Concrete plains of a grey design
Monstera leaves in a broken line
Syllable counts in a static haze
Rooting my soul in a digital maze
Plant a seed in the Flatgrass blue
Wait for the bloom to bring back the view
Heavy the soil in a world of glass
Watching the hours of empty space pass
Solenopsis in a sterile room
Waiting for winter to break the gloom
Brick by brick in a physics glitch
Turning the wheel with a sudden switch
Taxonomy of a frozen street
Walking the grid on some tired feet
Calathea folds when the light goes dim
Sinking deep down where the memories swim
Plant a seed in the Flatgrass blue
Wait for the bloom to bring back the view
Heavy the soil in a world of glass
Watching the hours of empty space pass
Hold the stem with a steady hand
Mapping the drift of a lonely land
Low frequency hum in the midnight air
Finding a flower in a vacant square
Latin names for a ghost in the wind
Where the old maps of the city begin
Patience is gold in a rendered scene
Keeping the spirit of the garden green
Plant a seed in the Flatgrass blue
Wait for the bloom to bring back the view
Heavy the soil in a world of glass
Watching the hours of empty space pass
Just a bit of water.
Wait for the green to grow.
