Potted Plants
16 September2021

Wild concrete, tarmac, telegraph poles;
electro-magnetic ethers swirling, eddying.

Now is the summer of our discontent.
Inhabitants invested in, curated and supercharged.
Placed and shown for greater goods, glories.

Other wilds call;
of beauty in simplicity and struggle and unloveliness.
Pots crack eventually to return to earth;
leaving life to seep slowly back to natural orders…


Guard, Trans-Mongolian Railway, Russia.

Weird Index, Moments Tempest
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