infrastructure flourishes
as it overthrows the serenity
of the plants that breathe.
with their last breath of sunlight,
the trees, the clovers, and the flowers
proclaim with all the force they can muster,
silence.
a peaceful protest.
promptly substituted by the silver stare of cement,
the men in yellow, orange, and brown
squint their eyes to avoid the sunlight
beating down on their tired backs.