TheyAskedMe…. “Whatam IdoingHere?” — I SprungFrom aPatch ofHard earth. How dida BeautifulThing Growin Materials So Coarse &Unforgiving. — I BloomFor you inMy Body. —- After manyStagesOf Growth, My petals, [Blossom From ModifiedLeaves] EncaseBrightlyColoredShadesOf Blush. — I curlMy petalsFor you; BloomingTowardsYour sun. — I haveSwayedIn placeTo learn My ownBotanyOf futureSight. — Like leavesIn the rain, The cards Spill allYourSecrets. They drip outUnder myndEyes, lockedDown asleep. —- … Continue reading Growing from concrete