On Roadsides
A Poem
I used to only see daisies on roadsides
so when I saw one in a field
I worried that it was lost
and took it home. I used to only see you
with a frown, so every smile
carried in ‘oh no, what now?’
‘What happened this time?’
I carried the daisy, roots and all
to the highway. I carried my envy
into the room and cradled it
until your smile faded.
Since when do I move
from frown to frown
and think that this is everything?
I planted the daisy between cracked rocks
under a red light that only flickered
amber, never green. In the valley
(one by one) the flowers disappeared,
but cars idling at amber
got a nice view as they stalled,
then tentatively, with blossoms
of confidence, drove away.
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