A year ago
they buried the track beside the shore.
An alien black line follows the curve of the coast
where once there were pebbles, daisies, dandelions,
where each winter puddle was a picture in ice.
I give thanks for sand sedge already breaking through.
I read. I exhaled. a sound from my throat affirmed the potency of your words.
ReplyDeleteTHANK you.
Wonderful! I always want to cheer when a plant breaks through the pavement outside my house, you can't get rid of nature...
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed looking through your stones, they're beautifully written x
Nature has a way of winning!
ReplyDeleteYes, - a tree grows in Brooklyn and small weeds persist amongst the gravel and cement.
ReplyDeleteNature will always reclaim her own given time but why do we have to spoil it in the first place?
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