this is a
nasturtium poem
growing along
the fenceline
it thrives on
neglect which
any academic can give it
between showers
always sneaking
into the corner
of an eye
trailing
along a bardic meter
in sunshine
and spring showers
then
by the outer city subway
as you drive by
where the tattoo shop
and shabby deli
were torn down
on the empty
large commercial lot
hundreds and thousands
of everlastings
swaying in the breeze
from the trains overhead
and the traffic
trundling by
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
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