Sanctuary
Convalescing
From
“Civilization”
From the bloated, rude, crude, insatiable
Busy-for-naught
Businessmen,
Found me a plot
In a lost meadow
Where owls swoon
With dancing stars
And poplars rock
My hammock.
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