Footstep stops stepping foot

On the pavement square,

Ripflows outward where

Corner meets root,

Upward

Where skyglass shakes,

Thinly sunlit and beautiful.

Vines lace and stitch themselves

To rare heights,

Here,

On the bankdrawn backbones

Of monied behemoths.

Their vicegrip

Sheds concrete crumbs,

A handful a day:

Voracious, clean.