Patience abides on a sidewalk for a moment,
while redolent magnolia scents anticipate
another winding amble on summer-slicked avenues.
Tag: urban
Where the Wildflowers Grow
I live where the wildflowers grow
Between the lots in two straight rows
Where an old truck used to bed and lay
Rumble-wake and leave for the day
I live where the paper boats sway
Along the oily slick of a heat-washed quay
Where traffic notices drift like orange preservers
Down the gutter beneath iron girders
My home is the home of robins and sparrows
Darting between the dark and narrow
Corners of scaffolds and geranium bowls
Scraping crumbs around human soles
Hurrying, here and there
Never quite slow or unaware
Of a grime-proud, asphalt-choked weed insistent
On making a beautiful life
Anywhere, persistent.
Christmas Tree
Over a passing truck
Blinks a traffic light:
Baubled red, then green
Gold twines on twin arms
And sitting like a jewel
Upon the apex
A perfect pearl moon
RED GLADIOLA 