A single stem, wood-like, wiry
Emerges through a sunlit crack
In a weathered cement sidewalk.
Four small, verdant leaves give balanced
Proportion, topped with a single
White, five-petaled flower just
Risen from a grave, Easter;
It fought like hell to seek its way
Up through the darkness of dirt,
Only to discover pebbles
Above the claylike soil and
Into atomic holes from the
Bottom of the once wet cement
Poured out in thick grey completion,
Up through the long inches of air
Pocketed dark caverns underneath
The flat, smooth, concrete surface.
Alive, salient, rooted, real,
Perilous, delicate, an
Imperfect beauty yet unseen.
May 29, 2018
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I saw a picture of a white clover-like flower jutting up between through the crack in a sidewalk. That's the only history this poem has. Tim