Sunday, 27 November 2016

Roots

by Poor Louisiana

You may suffocate me with many layers of concrete.
But like roots, I thrive in gruesome environments.
Twisting and turning through the muddiest of muds,
Traveling blind through the driest of dirts.
But like roots, I have never stopped tracking sunlight.
Through the thin spaces in cracks
And in the oddest of places

You’ll see me sprout.