perhaps i am but a weed
sprouting thru the cracks of this asphalt,
heavily trod ,
city street.
a weed to sprout up
force its way thru to reckoning
despite mans decision to put
a sidewalk here
to direct the way we walk this earth
i am the beautiful weed
that sprouts multicolored flowers
upon its back
& perhaps a few thorns
the weed that will entangle myself about all
i encounter
& impede the growth
of any who try to rise above me
their gloating petals shall fall
lifeless upon my back
& my roots deep down
in this manmade concrete smothered soil
shiver with anticipation
you may call me
monster
but I only wish to see
feel
and bask in the sun as much as you.
_________starbucks, irvington, ne 15th & broadway, pdx, OR, ©friday the 13th of june, 2008, 0713hrs
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