perhaps i am but a weed

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 through 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

and perhaps a few thorns

the weed that will entangle myself about all

I encounter

and impede the growth

of any who try to rise above me

their gloating petals shall fall

lifeless upon my back

and my roots deep down

in this man made 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.


inspired by Collisions with Fate, writings by Skie Bender, Firestarter Press
© friday the 13th of June,2008,7: 13am Starbucks, NE 15th & Broadway, Portland, OR,