::: The Canals :::

This concrete path
Through aqueducts and rivers of old
Engineering tales of poetic license
For us plebian souls

I walk through Los Angeles
Waiting to get to the canals
Searching for the ocean
Getting away from the me I built

Sidewalks go so many ways
Automobiles decorate the asphalt
The quiet of the urban jungle
No birds, no frogs, just machines

A trickling of water
Birds walking down their sidewalk
Fearsome noises penetrate the abyss
Ocean waves screaming

Written by: ~ Charisma Shadow

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