I just returned from a long weekend camping in the woods with a renewed appreciation for the outdoors, and a truly fortified sense of connectedness with nature. That said, the serenity and unspoiled splendor out there don't necessarily have to cast my neighborhood in negative contrast. Upon returning to Brooklyn, I also found that I had an invigorated interest in the spectacular mundanity of the everyday activity all around me. Regular folks doing regular stuff everywhere you look is pretty remarkable. It has its own wildness and wonder. I thought of writing about the trees, but looked out my window instead.
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Outside
There are paw prints
In the concrete
On the sidewalk
Outside
Outside
There's a kid playing
And his brother
Called him ugly
Right outside
Outside
Outside
Outside
There's a car parked
With a dinosaur
In the window
Outside
Outside
There is music
And it sounds just
Like a party
Right outside