Remains of a Driveway

Through you I seek to know: What happened once below? You ferns of resistance, I see you Mixing it upward with A firm stance. (Such steely green weeds Do smirk indeed Above the empty path of horizon’s eye, Blackened to nowhere). What, though, do I see in you? (A path lies vacant and wanting, A land once named upon a dream; A barren place now daunting, Neglected and unseen). Where is your truth? (Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance With a tertiary sky, Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need To lead)? Oh No. I do believe: It is your roots of defiance! To know Home in no shame; To forge through scarred soil with no blame! Such courage you have: To reap the shifting tar of fickle men, And safely hasten away From the notion of never again! (Thirty some years have stood and fell Yet… Your quiet presence lives to tell This hell, Once known, As Love’s canal). Oh eager green, I wish you well.