A Sequel To Mamta's Asking About Sky Scrapers

after the progress
when sky scrapers
stand tall reaching
the moon and the
stars and elbow to
elbow with the sun

the birds may have
asked: where shall we
put our nests?

and the trees may
have asked: where
shall we ever grow
again?

and the brooks may
have asked: where
shall we ever flow?

and yes, mamta, the
children as asking:
do we still have
playgrounds to play?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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