A Choice of Landscapes
I prefer the lonely places,
where peace and truth
are part of the landscape,
Where there are no neon lights
and street noises to distract me.
No one selling from street corners and windows.
Here, storms come from a distance.
You see them coming
and there is time to prepare.
The survival rate is high
when there are fewer dark corners and alleys
waiting stealthily for your blood.
About this poem.
I prefer my people like my landscapes. Open.