In the city, there is geometry and humanity,
The confluence of the hard and soft,
Of nature and the hand-made.
Ideally, there is harmony
Between the two--
A peace between architecture and artifice and the planned
With nature and unpredictability and the untamed.
Can we reconcile these things?
Should we unite these things?
Stand them together as a baseball bat laid against a tree
One rooted in the earth and immovable,
While the other is subject to its holder's power and whim?
Both can work destruction;
The trees roots can upset a foundation or a sidewalk
And the swung bat effect a win or loss.
I wish for the realization of the idea, of their integrity together--
That shades do not bring forth shadows,
Nor that green is only seen as cash nor that building up incite the breaking down altogether.
That trash, poverty, emptiness disappear the way the photos hide them.
Would that the New Jerusalem live!
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