The waves hit the shore
As car lights flicker on and off
Car passengers pass by,
Joggers stride past the same place.
How many of us stop and think
About how much this place has changed?
How many of us have waited for a second
And pondered,
About how this place can turn into ruin
or become better?
The landscape I have passed by
A million times
Made me wonder
If city lights,
Paved roads,
Replacing the old trees and grass
Is the key to
Panama’s downfall,
Or its victory.
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