i do not know your names i think as i walk beneath you you hold your breath waiting for something like recognition
i am sorry i know you’re part of this planned constructed land with its new sod hugging the sidewalks bandages against the footsteps
of people who have places to be and do not notice your leaves that fall and are not given time to become friends maybe lovers
with the fertilized grass before being tossed into bags and trucks to become the beginnings of new dirt