Ode to Nature

Used to be there was a dilapidated buiilding
Sitting on this corner
Vagrants, Obdachlos and drug users
Spent wasted time there until, miscue,
They set a part of it on fire

Dilapidated, yes, it was brought down
A piece of brick and some cement remain.
Ugly.

Then seasons chased each other away
Spring then giving way to Summer
And all sorts of weeds started growing
In the midst of the remains of wreckage

Don't even know the names
Poison sumac?  Crabgrass? Purslane?
Dandelions?
Or just plain grass?

Whatever their names, those morcels
Of greenery have chosen to fight and regain
Their territory
Surrounded as they are in a sea
Of  skycrapers and other monstrosities.