Blind

Poem ... Blind

No more trucks
On highways rumble
Only weeds
Across them tumble

Grass growing in cracks
Patterns extending in sight
Once endless cars
Now nature's delight

Vines on bridges
Hairy remnants of the past
A reminder to survivors
Their way could not last

Vacant skyscrapers
Why are they there?
Not understood
Nor do they care

Not many left
Of the human kind
They ran their course
As if they were blind

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