>> Wednesday, July 21, 2010
The other day after work, I trudged to the parking garage
a half hour later than planned.
Ticket, card in and out of slots,
then plodding down concrete stairs to the lower level,
I caught it out of my eye's corner,
as foot went down, then up, then down the next
passing then turning back to look again.
One purple pansy,
blossom pressed to the pavement,
For some reason the tenderness crushed me,
stopped me in my tracks --
such a delicate little thing so out of place -
having fallen from someone's hands or basket or
maybe a little plastic tray from the farmer's market
and smashed underfoot
in the concrete jungle.
Maybe I'll start carrying pansies through parking garages,
dropping petals in my path
like a grown-up flower girl.