15 minute break in the warehouse graveyard

The city can't take it away from me.
Despite all this concrete
Hard angles
Grey-white walls
The wind still carries the scent of forest.
Oil is nothing
Once I find
The undertone of flowers.
All that remains may be grass,
But the weeds escape to remind me.
Dandelion says,
Visit home tonight.
Use your rubber asphalt wheels
And go home.