cheer for the wildflowers that say no to sidewalk cement, i'll show my purple despite your restraint. in the midst of crazy dark greys, i've found a bouquet just waiting for me. fat with color. stalks stand tall and firm. full of seed potential, despite angry air...
and all the tripping attempts and hurling dirt words, my legs calmly step over the landmines, my eyes keep focused on las flores, my nose following their sweet scent...
the nine year old wondergirl, who quietly wonders why, is difficult to smother with $50 words, can't be bruised with ill intent. muddy specks will happen, nothing that soap, water, and a little friction can't handle, nothing that a pure mind can't fake out...i'll be that happy kite tail, even in turbulent wind, i'll ride in your backseat leaving a trail of bubbling happily...