Tacoma Flora

Clover Tamayo

Living in Tacoma is like a flower growing in the asphalt cracks
You, seedling, blew away from harsher climes
You, sproutling, grow and thrive, despite being called a weed
You, brilliant and colorful, root yourself down to what existed before industrial ruin
You are not alone
as you cleanse the Tacoma Aroma
heal the ASARCO soil
and crack apart this concrete hell

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