silent stone in the corner

reflecting the heat

construction voice are damning -

sweaty summer day

Laughter and smiles fill the room

Hopeful struggling

Empty soda can tossed away

That was not by me

Blood, sweat and tears among plight

Give me less homework

I inhale the smell of food,

Tasty and crunchy

We grow, bear fruit, then die. No?

Raised in a concrete jungle

strokes of clouds in the painting,

leaves sway with a blow.

Al dente and delicious,

Soon in my tummy.

Construction ringing aloud

with rough feel beneath

heat ray shines through the window

distant chattering

Clinging on sticky skin. Clang

Moving metal monster looms

Green leaves branches rustling

People walks by

The tall trees swaying

Construction ringing aloud

with rough feel beneath

Weeping leaves on concrete squares

Rattle in the breeze

Red yellow green traffic light

Non-stop stream of cars

cmc is “artistic”

perhaps too spiky

Weeping leaves on concrete squares

Rattle in the breeze

struck the steel, moves the machine,

cooled by the roots

Tree leaves brushing closely

The heat does not flee

Ease and warmth of her seedlings,

sended in the beings

flora, like follies, dawdle-

freedom beyond doors.

The pathway is up, not down

A silence most dear

A teddy waits, tucked away,

Soft against the chill