i wish i could give
you the beauty of this tree
how (even in all this)
rusted bars dirty
glass framed with grime and plastic
tubes roaring air-con
dust clad window noise
little pieces of wire
strung bits of stuff tied
around frayed man-made
edges and old broken pipes,
yet remains a life.
half-way up an old
bricked wall rope ladder wet moss
hidden behind a
delicate fray of
gentle roots cascading green
life while dark street sounds
rise up through this tree
enormous yet bringing far
below up to me
inside. a life yet
surrounded in a city
has remained a tree.
© 2016 Melinda Irvine