talking to a new flower.

i used to get lost in the woods and it was bliss. man, in the city, well, it ain't like that. mostly you just lost. but i love it here in this fringe where they dumped all the concrete and can't mow so it has to grow, into a meadow, hence you. i like being here with you. you're so unassuming, so, oh natural. i can feel william carlos williams why he made a poem inspired by you. i would do too. on the way here crossing the spider bridge i saw at my feet a  grafito that said  NO GOd, then down on the concrete divider it said NO HOMe, then on the concrete support it said  NOMAD, with a picture of a head with weeds coming out on top, and i thought wow, i think i kind of get it. i wonder if the artist might enjoy talking to you.