Upon the day
along with the ephemera
in your dark and glooming wood
that you brighten
In the gloaming
your stem slenderly arched in a “U” of uncertainty
transient petals peeled back
afraid to show the world your abundance
which will last a day
Only a day
and facing down from where you came
Down into the rich nurturing loam
but did it ever even matter?
that you never saw the sanct sun
the trees cloaked in a mossy green
your livid petals floating off and into
the hair of some child laughing and spinning
in the air
Lips stained with strawberries
that you will never know
did it ever matter?
Did you ever matter?
*Published in “The Pen” (Pittsburgh, PA)
* Published in the 2011 Diverse Youth Anthology ( International Poetry Festival in Austin, TX)