golden poppies grow
where none should grow
I've counted
seven yellow heads nodding in the wind
their heads bobbing
cuing my attention
they do deserve a field
others for the company
friends and family
they do what so many no must
live carefully where and while they can
what a picture they make
rising up from a fissure in the sidewalk
fractured off
from the rest
by concrete
14 Karat Phoenixes
making an elegant bouquet
together they make a glowing candle
of surprise
and un-imagined expectation
they live where no ought to go
they grow
where none should grow.
this was written as an observation while riding on the
Eastbound MAX Green Train. These seven flowers were
rising from a crevasse on the northern side of a street corner
on the bridge, Tuesday May 7, 2018 3:13PM PST
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