Cosmos

I grow a green frame

around my patch,

plants climbing

towards a flotsam sky.

 

Off the new highway

greenless and treeless

and even leafless,

without the brush

and scent of sage

or a camellia dawn,

living in shadows,

people,

pale from windblown pollution.

 

Yet even there

where the horizon

changes from green

to grey

cosmos finds a way

to grow in concrete.

 

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