a year older.

as i was on the train heading back to union station for a half-day of clinical research,
it stopped at a train station to pick up fellow passengers.
i observed the slanted concrete platform leading to other tracks.
gray bricks and mortar.

fascinatingly enough though, these odd weeds broke through the mortar and bricks.
defiantly, they soaked up the morning sunshine.
persistence is for the strong, i suppose.
or is it for the fools?

i imagined the frustrated station maintenance people,
with one spray, the weeds would die.
something that persisted from a seed that was actually underneath the bricks and mortar,
gone with just one simple spray…

it’s a shame. people don’t like weeds.
not as photogenic as flowers i suppose.
they have no purpose living amongst the bricks at the train station.
i suppose persistence is for fools.

and mr. t, you can bet i’m not one either…