the lines of flowers are like skid marks
passing through the train tracks
the graffiti jumping off the wall
(in)visible but blurry, barely moving
through the window streaks
threatening to take over the
flower's beauty – the center of nature
as the nectar is sucked dry
by the hot asphalt stealing the sun
stealing the shade from trees
the oxygen that we breathe
& we're barely breathing

a/n: modernism is on the d.h. lawrence. so is the whole nature vs. technology mess.