Why I Don't Write Nature Poems
Not that I don't see
trees outside the window suddenly green
pink blossoms beautiful as they are
every year light soft flowers fall
on the ground so we on our way to the subway
we walk through them to stairs
to the subway a subway that doesn't change
the way the tree does the way the flowers do
but it's there on the subway not green or pink
the color of people riding to work
it's there I find my poems