Culture Shock

I am but one among many,
the stillness of the crowd,
as standing here in busied street
the people pass around.

The awesomeness of metal craft,
the building to my right,
as pigeons in the sky aloft
speed off into the light.

I stand as one in awe of that,
the human architecture,
something still and sweet as song,
yet to my heart conjectures.

The deep and tall of metal build
I see down crowded lane,
as then I long for one last glance
of wooded tree and plain.

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