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My divorce from nature pains me--
It's enforced by practicalities:
Expense of travel, loss of vigor
That once propelled me up clatterstone trails,
Aversion to lengthy sits in a car.
I'm trapped in this web of urban alleys
That caters to my everyday needs,
And though uncultivated beauty
Peeks out from pinkie-toe parks and wastes,
I cannot plunge into those puddly pools
Up to my neck, as I prefer.