Jungle, ish

The concrete jungle is not as hideous as one might think. 

Mountains rise up in the distance, 

soft peaks flecked with soft snow, 

and poppies blown in the ocean breeze along the 

freeway, 

highway, 

runway. 

 

But I think that still, there is too much here, 

too many people, cars, fast-food joints, flashing signs. 

Too much concrete.