Feb 2017
A survivor still grows
I came upon it by chance
A survivor that arouse
I wonder if it was design, desire or happenstance?
That it found it's way
To that strange spot
What keeps the cars and tires at bay?
I know not
Wonder it is will?
Or perhaps spite?
Either way seeing it gives me a little thrill
I speak to it now and then to encourage it's fight
As you can see
I got a picture back then
Should it be gone on the morrow, it would sadden me
But the parking lot is not exactly a secluded glen
~Wes Noneya
I came upon it by chance
A survivor that arouse
I wonder if it was design, desire or happenstance?
That it found it's way
To that strange spot
What keeps the cars and tires at bay?
I know not
Wonder it is will?
Or perhaps spite?
Either way seeing it gives me a little thrill
I speak to it now and then to encourage it's fight
As you can see
I got a picture back then
Should it be gone on the morrow, it would sadden me
But the parking lot is not exactly a secluded glen
~Wes Noneya
-- a flower grows... from the edge of a wheel stop in a parking lot... standing all by itself purple and green contrast with the yellow painted concrete block and the paved lot...
