Between sidewalk cracks, insistent sprigs
rise toward homemade sky the miniscule
petals match. Blooms break through with what appears
intention. Breaks in the sidewalk appear uneven
as silk stockings in film noir. Women straightened
their seams and tapped their way across bright streets
crowded with strangers. Strangers as moments
of life in common. People with nothing
in common hold private thoughts about belonging,
as flowers reach for kindred hues in sky.
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Sheila E. Murphy
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