,

afforest


sleepless
the renewal is hushed
with the perishment and tolerance
of our structures

pollinators aplenty
use spring like a jackhammer
to revive the spent growth
overlaid on our junktreasure 

a calamity of greenery
to replace the concrete 
monochrome of yesteryear
like eventual meditations

the oldest meets the youngest
at the intersection of our bones
almost clandestine it rises
with no-one left to revere

flourishing fungi recalibrate
the condemned
in the quiet of our insolence
& it begins anew

Featured photo by Jason Krieger on Unsplash


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