Grass grows in Detroit.
Someone asked me
what is so good about Detroit?
I said: Grass grows in Detroit.
When bad things happen,
Grass grows in Detroit.
Between the houses.
On the ground.
Fresh green life, exuberant and ready to play.
A network to protect the stressed surface and give it time to recover.
Renewal.
When humans wreak destruction large,
Mother Nature renews her command
and grass grows in Detroit.
When other cities riot and loot,
When their denizens tear at the fabric of decency,
Does grass grow?
No.
Do empty lots turn to meadows of green and gold?
Do wildflowers reach for the sun?
Do people rise?
Only in Detroit.
Time moves ever forward.
Which way do the people go?
When fires burn and flames ravage,
The ground is prepared anew,
and grass grows in Detroit.
When spirit wanes and strength fails,
When rivers flood and trees fall,
When the very earth boils in pain,
Time passes.
And grass grows in Detroit.