Walking the patchwork
of old concrete and new asphalt
over cracked geology
in the wilderness of houses
between the hills and the waters
I’m not lost
By now, the exhaust of the buses is nesting in my body
The wind from the sea blows both me and the weeds
busy taking back new native ground
4 comments:
Find a crack in the concrete and a weed will be growing there.
though kind of yellow by now :)
Probably; but I think Nature will win in the long run.
it has lots of time...
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