Concrete cracks where Bryophyta creeps
Iron oxide stains the ground she keeps
Felis catus calico and wild
Curled on rust like nature's child
She sleeps where factory wheels once turned
Where moss and rust have jointly learned
To hold a warmth the steel forgot
Calico on rust a quiet spot
Rebar ribs poke through the loam and clay
Sporangia bloom in dusty gray
She kneads the frond of Polypodium
Purrs a hymn to decomposition
She sleeps where factory wheels once turned
Where moss and rust have jointly learned
To hold a warmth the steel forgot
Calico on rust a quiet spot
Rain taps the roof of corroded tin
Roots drink deep where rust begins
She blinks slow at Marchantia green
Cleanest eyes this place has seen
Time moves different in the rot
Where steel surrenders to the plot
No clock ticks in this hollow hall
Just moss and fur on concrete wall
Morning light through broken panes arrives
Touches fur where shadow thrives
She stretches on a bed of Sporophyte
Dreams of mice in pale moonlight
She sleeps where factory wheels once turned
Where moss and rust have jointly learned
To hold a warmth the steel forgot
Calico on rust a quiet spot
I mark the quadrant note the growth
Measure life in ruin's troth
Calico and Bryophyta bind
Healing what the years designed
She sleeps where factory wheels once turned
Where moss and rust have jointly learned
To hold a warmth the steel forgot
Calico on rust a quiet spot
Calico on rust the only plot
Calico on rust where time has stopped
Moss eats iron soft and deep
Calico dreams the world to keep
