Monday, December 29, 2008
Like A Weed
In the morning the crumbs were gone,
a dozen birds chirping in the tree
by the parking lot, a woman
yelling at her child to get ready
for school,
.................one truck after another
rattling as it hit the pothole
on the bridge, a beach towel
crumpled on the fire escape -
it had been there all winter.
A daffodil leaning in a plastic cup
on the kitchen table, plucked from
a patch of dirt by a fire hydrant
the night before.
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
a dozen birds chirping in the tree
by the parking lot, a woman
yelling at her child to get ready
for school,
.................one truck after another
rattling as it hit the pothole
on the bridge, a beach towel
crumpled on the fire escape -
it had been there all winter.
A daffodil leaning in a plastic cup
on the kitchen table, plucked from
a patch of dirt by a fire hydrant
the night before.
