Urban Street

Urban Street

Urban Street

Here I stand

My feet 

Imprisoned

But my roots

Go down deep

To unimaginable

Freedom.

And memories

Are stirred

Of grassy

 Forest floors

Starred with

Wind flowers

And sheaves of

Bluebells,

Patchwork

Sunshine and

Velvet shade,

Sweet honeysuckle

Linking us together

With fragrant arms.

My arms reach up

Into the feotid air

That smells of

Diesel and the

Stench of

Stale humanity;

But moss

creeps over

My feet

And comforts me.