Crossing an old abandoned field
a field of weeds still thriving
while choking off
the last grass
once planted between the buildings.
This field covered with abandoned things
screens long smashed
abandoned dreams long dashed.
Walking carefully not to get cut
after many steps
I came to its end
having gingerly avoided
many shards of glass
of shattered wishes
Across the way another field
this one vibrant with
this one vibrant with vegetation
I enter joyfully without hesitation.
Each flowering plant bright and beautiful
grasses full from end to end
of this field
of life’s great wonders
each blossom representing
each beautiful friend.