Sunday Muse #157.
Here I stand in this alley, cast in this crack
by a careless breeze that wafted on its
way with no thought to my dilemma.
I refuse to be cast aside like a piece of
urban detritus. I will be a bright spot,
if only for a time, and send a message of
hope to those who pass by, while the breeze,
the careless breeze, will be remembered