Plant Me, I Will Grow by Chris Buhalis

little voice

you left

you left a little piece
of your soul here.

take it back.

my boss told me
today, she said
i'll break you

we'll break you
of that.

break me of you.
i like

coming round corners
and saying hello
to the wind
as it greets me,

like it does in new york.

city lines and
building streets:

they all come round
the wind
when she blows.

i am here, lady:
this is who i am.

my buildings just don't break.
they all

love resistance.