Is nature so unnatural as to
Assimilate to the concrete jungle?
Who Imitates who in a world so dry?
Like an invasive species I wander—
With all these natural wonders. Leaves that
feel like plastic, hues of yellow—colors
among others—with small fuzzy ends that
rub against your shins like carpet. Brown crisp
stalks—blowing with a breath of wind—and air’s
sweet caress. Waiting for the promises
held deep within, waiting until the light
is let in. Waiting and sitting in that
great unknown, abandoned yet not alone.
