Sinking One Inch Deep

A poem.


Sinking One Inch Deep

I walk on water, sinking one inch deep.

To the cold concrete slab on which I weep.

One stubborn crabgrass pushes through a crack

From soil stuck between the stone blocks like plaque.

A touch of life in the decaying world,

Once vibrant, now wasted, dying and spoiled.

A flash of green amongst the blur of grey

Covered over by our industry of trash

A shadow of beauty that’s gone away

All gone but one last clump of grass

Crawling through the cold slab on which I weep.

Crawling through the cold slab on which I weep.


Be well,

Monty

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