Urban Harvest.

• Author: Allen, Michael R.
• Position: Poem

Urban Harvest we enter the park, we find dead trees or worse, no trees as our crews cut them down no relief of shade for us nearby shoppers and sippers on the fiberless Delmar & Euclid strips oblivious perfect for new gates and their twisted simulation of the branches now lopped what did we authorize? clear-cutting the real that cannot be bought and sold using a theme draining our lakes moving our paths our gates do not close like sluice valves of economic desirability we cannot defend the untouched we line the remaining roads with cars parked but...