Yes,
I’d
Say
I’m
Happy
Here,
The
Cobalt
Sky
Is
Wide,
The
Desert
Air
Is
Clear.
I left
Behind
What
I eventually
Declined,
The
City
Clamor
And
It’s
Aura,
For
The
Promise
Of
This
Tomorrow.
Yet,
Paused
In
The
Silence,
I often
Hear
The
Roar
Of
Traffic
On
Second
Avenue
And
The
Under
Score
Of
Sirens
Headed
To
Bellevue
With
The
Poor.
Life
Was
Keen,
A
Narrow
Blade
To
Cut
Between
Honed
Desire
And
Loss
Biting
To
The
Bone.
I won’t
Go
Back,
But
Often
Feel
The
Lack
Of
Many
Millions,
The
Hum
Of
Eager
Souls
And
The
Dreams
They
Own,
And
Realize
Anew
I’m
Quite
Alone.