Houses germinate like weeds,
Popping up- unwanted- in the fields.
The overgrowth has altered the landscape.
I dig through the new branches to find the routes-
Roots to anchor the present to the soil of the past.
The old dirt road has been paved.
A thick layer of tar to smother memory lane.
I glided over the path we once rode, rough.
Hoping to the sprouting seedlings,
That memory was planted long ago.
New faces fill new streets,
Like new trees after a forest fire.
10 years have passed with the evolution of a century.
I walk anonymously in the crowd,
Just another shadow on the cracked sidewalk.
Nothing is lost, only evolved and changed.
The core remains untouched, like tree rings.
A tally, a testament of life.
Each passing year adds a new layer-
Marking the unending growth, like time.
Bringing Mae Flowers 