grass resents pavement

gleefully thrusts though cracks

encourages dandelion havoc

and escaped petunias rabble rousers.

i walk in dawn

sun rising inexorably

to glint off glass skyscrapers

 and church steeples.

look down

grass blades shadow each other

spiral marestail weeds

spin my gaze

rising stridently

from pavement’s weakness. 

i revel

in weeds’ resistance

against the transgression

of human dominance and desire

to cover earth

with sharp angled concrete

subjugate this breathing globe

and bring us all to destruction.

June 2020, revised Dec 2021

dear professor,

You ask
Where to have our class
As Delta sneaks in.
Savage kin
Of covid one
Seeking lethal fun.

Under a tree
Is perfect, you see.
If not,
Please allot
A big room,
Rather than

Corporate baby,
Everyone in a tomb
Of camera angle.
Trapped in seat
Authority loves neat
Rows of faces
No one dares 
To be defiant.


me under a tree