Poetry in Venting

An Ode To Sewer Vent

You can find them
Scattered across urban areas
In your suburbs,
And your cities.

In your local park,
Perhaps down the street
Or just around the corner
And across the road.

Even in your own backyard
Behind the house, 
Attached to the side
Or on the roof.

Dark alley ways,
Narrow streets
And dead ends
Are their favourite haunt

They convene at gas stations,
In built up industrial areas.
Trailing along train lines
And in the shopping district.

In groups, in pairs and singly
They are never too far,
Markers of the sewer line,
Venting our air.

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