I sit in my car in the peaceful street The trees reach high above across the concrete divide Touching and caressing, joining as one
I feel the presence of the large tree I sit under The roots reaching out and pushing aside their concrete container
The ramshackle street edge line The vines growing on paved walls The bark and seeds covering the walkway The impetuous paspalum touching legs that stray off the path
We are here We are alive We are the urban wild
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