There’s work to be done here

This could be a better place like it once was.
Look, someone painted the wall in contrasting
blues, laid stone for a path of sorts. This could
be a better place like it once was. Look, there is
a creature on the wall, a giant orange something
or other. This could be a better place if we made
compost, spread the love. Look, there is greenery
all around; we could tame it a little, bend it into
shady spaces, grow to eat and share. This could
be a better place like it once was. Look, bunting,
blue and white flags caught in the frantic breeze,
promising movement in their hopeful exhibition.
This could be a better place like it once was.
Look, who will do the work if not you, if not me.