Breathless at the Microphone [Written 2/2/2010]
Tricked by sunlight,
etched through the sidewalk crack
bent and enticed to grow upright
each windy spasm could retract.
A winter sapling,
full of fight with grace of a dove,
holds on grappling,
constantly scuffed from above.
Destined for failure and defeat,
yet like a frog upon a lily pad,
marks a spot for both feet,
springs sprightly in winter-clad.
Greenery lost,
embedded into a rigid gray hue,
minor consequence of the cost,
which concluded breakthrough.
Tricked by sunlight,
etched through the sidewalk crack
bent and enticed to grow upright
each windy spasm could retract.
A winter sapling,
full of fight with grace of a dove,
holds on grappling,
constantly scuffed from above.
Destined for failure and defeat,
yet like a frog upon a lily pad,
marks a spot for both feet,
springs sprightly in winter-clad.
Greenery lost,
embedded into a rigid gray hue,
minor consequence of the cost,
which concluded breakthrough.