sideways minifields of grass and weeds
rest between concrete streets
on freeways built for speed
a happy median
of trash smashed and scattered
life's waste, placed spaced
between life's need to slow down
on the ground we find
what haste left behind
time marked by scraps of crap
unwanted
piles of history
undaunted
left to linger
as the future shuns the past
a drive-by need to forget
excess dispensed
no regret
a pace that leaves leaves
with company
to be raked into infamy
eternally
forgotten |