one blossom
when all hope is gone
and hatred has dominion
like black asphalt covering
a crooked highway,
a single flower pushes
through and raises her head
toward the sunlight.
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especially love the way the meter of the first to lines sets up the rest of the poem. glad to see that flower pushing through, Dennis
I’d like to believe the flower always pushes through but some days feel dark. I love the black asphalt/highway metaphor.
last 3 lines
Yes!