It was a dying beauty-

a flower plucked from it’s stem,

And I couldn’t walk on it,

Not for all the jewels of the night sky.

***

Precariously pretty, brilliant red

Against the wet concrete-

I noticed it at the last second-

Not one to walk with my head bowed

***

I almost slipped in the avoiding of it,

But that’s not important,

What matters is that

Maybe someone smiled

for the rogue summer bloom,

As I did.

© Sin ni E 2005