Greening of S.T. Dana

Gazing out the lab window
Across the gap
And through the other window
Sits Wendy.

Through emptiness
Of that cool gat
That filters downward light
Sit desks in offices.

An empty courtyard
Has become grown over
With soaring infrastructure
Of our second nature.

Back to airy naturalness
Of geen plant-filled gaps,
Soft corners of comfort,
And another tamed wilderness.

-- Can we, dare we, ever return?