abscond

Try to ignore the avarice: solicitous posters and signs, sycophantic flashing and billboards
Look up
Nebulous shading of grays and blacks that blend amorously
Too dark to be noticed often
without help from the stars
Their luminosity superceded here by the greedy glow
streetlamps and spotlights and headlights
Look down
Tiny gingko leaves that spatter the ground
worn and rent like delicate Asian fans
in preternatural shades of yellow and green
Even here
There are places where pavement, brick, cement
cannot hold back the strength in the roots
the ground wavers, swells, buckles
as the trees burgeon even under such restraint