Thriving?
What’s that?
Our kind is dirt,
Smothered in sawdust.
Stained with black moly grease.
Mud & rain,
When the roads washed away,
Trapping us.
No.
We do not know what thriving is.
But we do know survival.
Resilience.
Fortitude –
While all the world’s our foe.
Norm.
Smiling,
At mushroom clouds.
Thriving? What’s That?
