Rising

Amid these tangled
woodlands threaded through
and damped with creeks,

deep satisfaction at the sight
of vines climbing up the sides
of each abandoned building,

the sturdy saplings’ relentless
upward push that cracks
concrete, lifts shingles

from between old trusses,
reclaiming space to breathe,
a share of light.


In response to/inspired by Luisa A. Igloria’s “Elegy in Ideograms” and an entry from the Morning Porch.

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