Tuesday, May 27, 2014

REAL PROGRESS

At first—that 
rude and 
sort-of right 
angle of shade 

where all 
our thought-
less rubble—

crumbling road-
side's shredded 
gravel, shocks 

of greenyellow 
Heineken bottles, little shards

of grass in swollen plastic 
bags of Swedish 
Fish and Bugles—

butts awkward-
ly
up 
against the balmy woozy shade 

of a midwest south
suburban woodfall—doesn't really 

seem to be
particularly 
special—let alone amazing;

until 
a certain
single day

when suddenly—and only 
in that 
shady tumbledown

and particular 
kind 
of place—

there's daisies.

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