City Wind
Wind rustles the leaves of tall poplars hidden under the towering overpass
Wild bramble erupts to reclaim the spaces of Forgotten Purpose
Wind pulls at hair and clothing on the bridge above waterways that open to the ocean
These trees, shrubs and brambles are the green blood that finds a way to thrive here and refuses the artificial boundary that is this concrete
The wild refuses containment
It will probe by root, rot and rodent
Time is not their concern
Just this land, this sky, this sun and this water
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Written this past summer. Granville Island, Vancouver
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Jon Dawson
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