Coffee steam and old vinyl plates
Autumn air by the garden gates
Red clay bricks on the Boston street
Where the cold and the concrete meet
Rooted deep in the urban grey
Watching summer just drift away
Sedge and moss in a narrow crack
Wait for the green to wander back
Apron tied with a double knot
Smallest seed in a lonely plot
Calla lilies in a plastic vase
Slowly growing in this busy place
Rooted deep in the urban grey
Watching summer just drift away
Sedge and moss in a narrow crack
Wait for the green to wander back
Latin names for the ivy vine
Tracing patterns in a jagged line
Patient soil in a terracotta pot
Giving everything a little spot
Hold the breath of the coming frost
Count the petals that the wind has lost
Wait for winter to settle low
Underneath where the clover grow
Silver trays and a heavy pour
Watching rain hit the diner door
Sleek Hedera on the brickwork wall
Standing steady while the maple fall
Rooted deep in the urban grey
Watching summer just drift away
Sedge and moss in a narrow crack
Wait for the green to wander back
Tipping cups for a tired crowd
City sirens screaming far too loud
But the pollen finds a way to stay
In the gold of a shorter day
Rooted deep in the urban grey
Watching summer just drift away
Sedge and moss in a narrow crack
Wait for the green to wander back
Bloom in the brick, bloom in the brick
Keep the rhythm, make it stick
Rooted deep, rooted deep
