In many colours all on show
Unbowed, they stretch their tiny leaves
Between the tram tracks like a frieze!
Sturdy, bold as brass and strong
They congregate in happy throng
Perhaps they nod as trams glide past
Conceited – Man has been outclassed!
A mere two months with people banned
And city streets, with feet once crammed,
Relax - and let wee tendrils creep
Through cracks in sterile walkways neat.
I leave tram 8 and gaze around
At Nature's artwork on the ground
While many restos, too long closed,
Look dusty, maybe in death throes?
No outside tables, no swish bars
More graffiti ... fewer cars
Brussels seems becalmed; its mood
A trifle sad, its heart subdued ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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