14/August

    A labor of defiance

    Mostly unnoticed in passing

    The flower on the sidewalk

    Gives without asking

    It braids your unrest

    Into something fathomable

    And parts with what it hides

    In all of its lavender specks

    An escape for a moment

    Or two, for a breath

    Its touching tenderness

    Reminds you of people

    Who make rooms out of nothing for others

    Everywhere they go

    Its beauty reminds you of transience

    Of how we are all just wayfarers

    Has anyone noticed this flower before?

    Tomorrow it might wither

    Unclaimed,

    Unmourned for

    But having taken its place

    For the better

    In someone’s pause

    

    Let there be more of its kind