Day of Change

Lawrence Holofcener

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But they found the country

Even more frustrating.

Dirt was almost everywhere.

Meadows were not truly flat.

Farms looked patchy

Fields disjointed

Birds looked different from bees!

Smelly odors in the air!

Weather without thermostat!

Mountains were not truly pointed.

Leaves kept falling off the trees!

They rushed in fevered perspiration

Back to crowded burghs and boroughs

With comforting electric light

And concrete paths and furrows.

And swore never to venture

Even one foot out

In this

Or any other century.

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