Where The Wild Things Are

Emilio DeGrazia

Beneath the paved highways and streets
Where the pebble debris of long-dead seas
Has harmonized the white noise of minnow tails
With echoes in the ears of empty shells
Pearl-shimmering in sunlight streaks
That also warm dirt teeming with worms,
Grubs, beetles, roaches and ants
Do business as usual
In the traffic beneath the jackboots
Of empire state buildings swaying drunkenly
Under the influence of arrogance and ignorance––
There seeds find refuge in muck’s milk
And there they wait for their moment
To unfurl their flags out of cracked concrete.

 

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