they didn’t notice . me, the flowers were busy . reaching for the sun
on a pedestal . a bee, asleep maybe, dreams . of bigger flowers
flowers burst each spring . but winter makes us forget . so it’s a surprise
to see one flower . requires making the effort . to ignore the rest
the day’s frustrations fall away in the face of delicate beauty
nature’s graffiti would be a flower growing on an ugly fence
the flower opens when it is ready, and not a minute before
the flower opens each morning the bee arrives neither wonders why
tomorrow i’ll go but today i want to stop and smell the flowers
even cool weather cannot stop the trees blooming it’s just what they do
uptown jack 