Hot concrete simmering.
Cars speed and swerve in ordered disarray among trucks hauling broken debris
No longer of use to somewhere unseen and forgotten.
Over rows of rattling engines and distracted drivers
A crow flies with a baby bird in it’s beak.
Close behind the mother follows. A robber was in her nest,
Every mother’s nightmare.
Her desperation trails close behind on wings too small to save
A future she tried to grow.