Paved, tarred streets smother us
Dreaming.. stilled.
Beneath, if you listen,
Grass echoes its longing
and ancient verges, glades
and meadows sweet ache
In our fox soul of red souls
As we tread wearily,
Ceaselessly towards a confinement
of city.
an astronaut I heard
lamenting from the station
cries knowing amid our gains
loss lays heavy lidded
bleeding breaths mon-oxide doused
to a paling sky.
Shoving up between each step
Weeds protest their places
Abandoning all
pretence we scatter home
to find waiting lonely
and wilting, shedding leaves
our own journey in green tears.
