Does the smell of the earth
Underneath traffic intersections
Seek a new nativity,
One that is not tainted
By what has already occurred?

Do statues of trees
Remember forest glades?
Can a graffiti sun
Bring warmth to a child?
Can I become a better man
By leaving this place
And moving my life elsewhere?
Or else-when?

Is there such a place
Where thoughts like these take shape
As silently as water fills a puddle,
As eagerly as lovers run home,
As completely as the wind
Fits between the scattered leaves?

If there is –
It is shaped like you.