sweet white light of life’s determination...
this, my friend wrote for this one soul
of a flower - relating to her own strongly
study will to survive like a perennial of
sorts, rising out of roadstone bondings
to greet a purposefully indifferent sun.
survival can be hard and gravel hot -
survival can be graceful as a stem -
with flowering in its seed of destiny...
not to be taken lightly, it’s glory is so
sudden, so frágile, yet, so mighty:
there are almost tears. at least, true
respect. none of us were born by
accident. each foreknew: the complete
expression we are born into....