Untainted by human contact.
As if some 200 years
Slipped away
In that short instant
And back to when this mall
And this parking lot
Were covered by trees
(not in nice rows)
and dirt.
Not inhabited by the upper-middle class.
When the sunlight lit the way
And the stars shone,
They didn’t sing with a twang then.
A bus
Rolled by,
Spitting its blackened smoke into the air.
It sucked me back in.
