Weeds sprout and explode from every exposed crevice
Ceaselessly applying the second law of thermodynamics,
A slow war against the cold concrete.
I applaud the war.
Yet I cringe at the sight of its decaying progress.
A visceral poke in the eye. A DMZ of the worst that
man and nature have to offer.
I shall carry a pocket full of wild flower seeds.
Spread them into every crevice of every concrete
Slab that threatens me. Entropy may come for me
But I will not go quietly.