Grey waves on rusty stones,
Greasy blue sky above smeared concrete.
This is beautiful.
Crawling weeds among the sandy dust,
Wind whipping through bare trees.
And this is beautiful.
Sand-colored high-rise blocks smeared rusty.
And this is beautiful.
Chain-link fences twisted open.
And this is beauty.
Wind dashing itself to pieces against the concrete.
This is beauty.
This is all there is.