It’s amazing the places flora can grow.
An old boot cast onto the riverbank,
now home to grass and daisies.
A rusted bike, complete with basket,
that holds a sign for a local cafe
obscured by ivy fingers.
A school bus long since rolled onto its side
by people with nothing better to do
has become a greenhouse for wildflowers, mushrooms
And abandoned buildings, whole cities even,
thought to be left only for ghosts and radiation,
have instead become forests.
Concrete, toxic jungles