The faded flower tilts t'ward the sun,
A distant bloom at the edge of the road.
Dust covered petals find shelter in weeds,
Their fragrance masked by exhaust and oil.
Passerby ignore their estate,
With attention placed on manicured lawns.
Careless heels trample the flower,
While weeds survive, weeping the loss.
6 February 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
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