The Never greens
Grandma worked for the salvation army, sorting clothes.
she was part of a class called the working poor.
On occasion she'd take us shopping downtown
this was long before downtown went crazy.
She would buy brother and I a toy-maybe a treat.
Did I mention that was before downtown went crazy.
Today it isn't safe for anybody,
and crazy is spreading on the outbound... rapidly.
I have a dream of getting a half-acre or two of pristine.
Immerse myself in wildflower and Evergreens.
Sure, there's some risk from
mountain cat-wildfire -rogue bear
I don't consider them crazy though
just beautiful-honest-natural-without a care.
Grandma immersed in the forever greens years ago
brother was soon to follow, or so I like to believe.
Alone is spreading like wildfire
Downtown Buffalo was never green.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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