a single flower

a single golden flower
blooming as a centerpiece
in a tableau of Payne's gray
a quaint time-released photograph
distilled images where simplicity reigns
what happened to the color?

a simple crack where a tiny drop of rain
nurtured an idea, maybe a child's wish
a daisy is born
yellower than the gray-tinted sunshine
a challenge to black and white
certitudes
or proof that a bit of fantasy
can break the boredom

no, I cannot pluck this unique creation
from its decorative solitude
does he love me?
will he forget me?
will I too fade into a concrete sidewalk
where the autumn storms
finally leak their hope into the cracks
deep beneath the paths
of lonesome souls

springtime will come one day soon
and with it a field of bright city flowers

men there need to dream
remembering yesterday’s simplicity
and innocence
gazing at a perfect flower
— a weed —
rising majestically
from the cement barrier
between life
and those who think they are only living


a single flower
[2007.6.12...c]
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