Not yet through but under You pushed while I looked the other way. So I tripped on the crack you made In my driveway Slab buckled and broken by roots, Water, and time.
We poured concrete over fist-sized rocks: our new path to the dog run beside a small waterfall. Grass has grown through the concrete germinated by erosion and dirt from six dogs. Our artificial lawn more like a putting green now sports blades of dandelions poking through thick turf. I thought about what I wanted to write my brain, stone dead but the thought, the idea germinated and a poem erupted into being.
persistent grass
ReplyDeletestrolling across lines
on my walk
Not yet through but under
ReplyDeleteYou pushed while I looked the other way.
So I tripped on the crack you made
In my driveway
Slab buckled and broken by roots,
Water, and time.
Plants Cracking Through
ReplyDeleteWe poured concrete over fist-sized rocks:
our new path to the dog run
beside a small waterfall.
Grass has grown through the concrete
germinated by erosion
and dirt from six dogs.
Our artificial lawn
more like a putting green
now sports blades of dandelions
poking through thick turf.
I thought about what I wanted to write
my brain, stone dead
but the thought, the idea germinated
and a poem erupted into being.
Rick Stepp-Bolling
A Tree
ReplyDeleteFrom the aftermath
and destruction
of the bomb
grew sprigs from a tree