Wednesday, October 30, 2024

she turns pink April 11th 2014

  

she's drawn to the pink blooms

 of brick city like a moth

 seeking solace from

 the rites of spring

she could not achieve

in the dead of winter

camera clutched in her fingers

 as she kneels

this world still filled with beauty

if you know where to look for it

 love lost in the throes

of the recent past

in the grit of the city

she's chosen to live in

 while here blooms blossoms

despite the cinder and ash

the chill and the mountains of rubble

left after decades of ruin and riot

she finding finely some

 glimmer of what is gone

 in the glint of the sun

off the petals of the flowers

 that flood over her

she drowns in beauty

 snapping pictures after picture

as if to steal just enough

 what grows naturally here

to drag home behind her

 a strange salvation in the midst of despair


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