do it in the road

a tree grows
it grows on the corner
of the avenue where we kissed
and the street where you live,
in that city that is a person.

it grows and grows, unnoticed by
the passers-by
who just move to try
and hide from
passing-on
(they don't notice each other, either).

it feels choked by the sidewalk
and so it decides to break through
Not that it cares about being noticed,
it just wants to be happy in its own way.

and so the cement,
ready to crack from the pressure of being above a breathing island,
bursts.

it grows and grows
and the roots grow though.
now when i walk by,
i trip.