Windle Strae
Deschampsia crepitosa

In June, you will want to walk again 
where the old map shows a farm by the name
of Windle Strae, those long thin stalks
and coarse leaves of tufted hair-grass.

On a corner of the hospital building-site
it meets you, standing tall to greet you
with a wave of proliferating spikelets.
It is growing on the spoil-heap,

preparing to outlast the new construction.
It surprises you with silvery panicles,
this is how you will always find it
on the slope where its name is standing.