I pass the Bachelor Buttons
every morning
on my way to work
next to the road
where they still grow wild
and remind me
of Oregon Summers
and Childhood,
and the bouquets
I’d pick for Mother
of wildflowers
when they still grew
in the wild,
and I wonder
how much longer can I take
of this concrete jungle
that surrounds me.
Still Light
Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.
This is a great piece for me. I’m glad I’m not alone today.
<3
This one made me smile wistfully