CHOICES

 Sunday Muse #157.

CHOICES

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

by none