Poetry in Street View

Poetry in Street View

Rising up from depths far beyond,

This concrete carpet is dotted with ponds,

Arrow or circle and sometimes square,

It's time for my fingers to have an affair,

Setting off with slightly blurred vision,

To go left or right is all my decision,

In a moment the seasons do change,

This colourful map of many things strange,

Dispelling the myth about what is there,

A world of cultures seen here from your chair,

Then there's just the plain old weird,

A sight for which this must be revered,

Reminders of times gone by,

The whole planet is now nearby.

Explanation


I'm not going to write an explanation for this one. However, I do suggest that you navigate around in Street View for some time and let these words mean something to you. Here's a starting point. Here is your starting point.