My Walk Last Wednesday

Through the last and
South East corner of the
final Home Depot parking lot
on slanted grass
I enter a gateway
striped with the scrawlings
of alien art while day life
hums and rumbles over me.

The nobody cares land
lays masked by what had been
left on it, camouflaged by
averted eyes. I am Dorothy,
Alice opening secret gardens.
Vegetable will scraggles to its survival
in the ragged, thin grit,
re-lives, rises from the dead.