Reality Check

Wandering...but many who have wondered
about meandering through virgin fields,
brushing past dew laden blades
of tall, tall grass. The night glistening in each
drop.

So long sweet vision, sweet, sweet sedition
Against the modern affection of clockwork lives;
A wintry morning, red-cheeked and warmly coated,
I breathe the white exhaust from the car – hanging
Ghost of modernity in the crisp air,
Sweet clouds of refined glory.