Urban Springtime
Petals and broken glass
Line the festal way.
Accidental emeralds gleam
Amid silken pink blossom
Trodden underfoot,
Sodden and sad:
Softness and sharpness
Mingling in the fallen trash.
Ten green bottles
Smashed against my wall,
Ten green bottles
Didn’t accidentally fall.
Drifts of pink petals
Candyfloss coloured
Blow lazily in hot wind
Drying to nothingness
In a few days, gone.
Some rubbish I can live with.
