Beauty is not dead!
For the leaves of humans
are more than
discarded cigarette butts,
behind the backs of dumpsters,
And on every city bus

Summer blossoms
beyond her will
in synchronized green dances
Until she's full
that project signs
To create vines
of who is the fittest
And who missed their chance

Foilage cascades on every surface
climbers unravel
to observe this
what wonderful weaves
and intricate colors
a tell-tale sign
that

beauty is not dead!