A Year of Poems – Day 311

Have you seen streets where people have lived for years on years,
with balconies where iron has grown in vines
till now a century on it’s overgrown?
Where will a people learn to grow
if they cannot look to nature or a city?
Where will we learn if we cannot visit our grandmother?
Whether she is an oak tree or a café,
Her roots have grown deep
and many poetic youths have leaned against her roots
tasting the goodness of this world.
In cities too we learn the end of life.
How its end can be slow, or fast as a red light missed.
How the city grows on, uncaring.
But we all must learn this one day,
How a city responds to death is how it grows,
Whether the iron grows into spikes or flowers.


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