gray day graced with yellow and green
rewarding the few who drove distractedly
to where they did or did not need
to be in the trees morning gathers
weeks will pass before fresh glossy
leaves obscure the bare branches
and they sat eyes fixed on traffic lights
sat on porches with their children
lured by a few tiny white blossoms
the grass is growing lush evening long
and no one noticed how
a thousand pink petals chased each other
around and across the intersection
warmed by a fitful sun and
the clouds moved slowly overhead
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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