The land remembers
Look under the city street
Down under the cracked pavement sprouting the most resilient weeds
Down under the water pumping life through the city
Look down into the darkness, home to rats, raccoons, and
Other things that do not have names, just secrets
Down, down to the rushing, roaring trains
The screaming brakes and squealing rails
Their mighty engines are the gods of the city
My first love once told me the dirt remembers
Each foot that ever tread on it
And I wonder if it remembers car tires and bike wheels too
Roots that grow through it and shovels and machines that rend it
Beneath the city there is earth and the earth remembers.
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