memories

staring out of the window
of my two bedroom apartment
all i can see are tall buildings
and still taller phone towers

where has the trees gone
where are the cows and goats
dogs, there still everywhere
as stray as they can be

my mind exalts at the sight
of small yellow flowers on the road side
has it come down to that?

i long to take the smell of a red rose
my taste buds crave for the wild mulberries
running on the grass, i miss that the most
there is no wet sand, everywhere is concreted