i love the still watered algae ponds

drank by skinny deer that stomp their hooves

eating blackberry thorns that made my lyme skin bleed

honeysuckles daring to grow by sewer drains,

wilted yet still pollinated by bees.

near the tetanus fence i dug my fingers into

while bullfrogs sang next to yellow machines.

it took 200 years to grow 40 acres of trees,

and only 6 months to build a car dealership

for a man with a dream.

however abundant his money,

weeds will always be more green.

because a sprout still blooms

in cracks of the concrete.