Monday, March 16, 2009


between rusted pipes,
ditches, overturned dirt 
laced with garbage; 

aside a city street 
vibrating from traffic 
fouling morning air; 

in view of blank human faces  
walking, driving, riding, 
to destinations of dire need; 

a tulip. 

pale yellow. 
proud petals. 
rising alone. 
desiring nothing 

but sun and rain 
to nurture life's brevity, 
offer vision over indifference 
for passersby,

and give pause

to anyone stopping
for a backward glance.

Poem (c)2006 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo(c)2009 by R. Burnett Baker

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