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Yes, the trade off. I grew up: Yes, the trade off. I grew up in one of the most concrete of jungles on the planet. My dad supplemented best he could, planting a peach tree and fruiting bushes in the small yard of our rental, along with roses for my mom and tomatoes for his sandwiches. We were lucky in that our block also contained a few trees. There was a slight scent of nature's presence. That's as close as it got. The geese were eventually killed at the parks there, too. Ironically, per your mention, a massive flock just flew over my head a little while ago. The first such sighting in a couple of months and a sign that winter is either about further deepen or lighten up (as they jump from the smaller to larger lakes, or the reverse, depending on the shift in the season). I think 'deeper' is the hand at play.   Anyway, very poetic, your words. Threatened by the distance, indeed, is the spirit of the city. Threatened by the closeness of mankind's lurking (and perhaps luring?) breathe, is the country.

Thank you so much, your words: Thank you so much, your words are so kind and and very uplifting. Sue :-)

Particularly enjoyable word: Particularly enjoyable word play in the second stanza. To me, it helps set the mood as lighter and is influential towards the notion of acceptance that appears to underline this piece.  

This was a pleasant read.: This was a pleasant read. However, being a woman (especially one who appears to love cats) I feel most of what you say is expressed through your eyes. Having studied Iridology for a semester, I was amazed at what information the eyes carry. NOTHING ever witnessed by your eyes is ever forgotten, and remains imprinted on the mind, and within the body. The charts below are only a very small example of what your eyes can reveal. As you are probably well aware, a woman need not speak to a man to say he did something wrong, she only needs to look at him. Those looks can soothe and heal a man, or claw him into pieces.       

First off, I enjoyed this: First off, I enjoyed this write, but think it could be much better with a small amount of tweaking. I for one am unfamiliar with the words: tossles and phobes. Second, the (s) in the first line on welcomes could be removed, as well as the (s) on tans. Finally, the comma after scent on, might be better placed after the word socks in the same sentence. Compare -    The sun, the earth, and the air welcome him heartily. The sun's noon-warm light tans his shirtless torso, and slowly fades the blue color of his baggy, bell-bottom jeans. The gentlest of breezes tosses his long hair (that old politicized prudes have decried as subversive and unpatriotic). The earth erects its grass stems to stain, and to leave that bucolic scent on the soles of his shoeless stripey socks, that haters mock as inappropriately feminine. As the cosmos expresses its unfeigned delectation in your adolescent presence, the Poet who loves him---seated at a discrete distance on one of the park's newly installed benches--- shapes verse to his beauty's contours; this will answer the pimped prejudice of the - phoebes. Later, as he expresses the Love that thrums through his soul to the grateful Poet, lavender flowers will be lifted by their sturdy stalks to blossom and release from delicate petals their sweet nectar, in sevenfold, surging spurts beneath the cloudless sky's vast stellar constellations.