Looking at the flowers on the corner of a city street
I shake my head amazed;
Amidst all that grimey concrete they survive--fragile, beautiful.

They are there, day after sunny day, radiant,
A mixture of different kinds and colors
And all so pleasing to the eye!

In rapture I stare, gathering their beauty into my heart
While they stand there, so unaware, unashamed.
What if they should look back some day!

Season change, my life continues;
I feel older as winter approaches.
I know now the flowers will never look back;

Flowers on the city corner fade before they knew me.
I look lustfully at newer, fresher flowers.
Forever new flowers, even when I am no longer here to look at them.

Written circa 1974

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