"The earth laughs in flowers."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson.
I am a weed
I am not wanted, I am not loved
I am growing in the cracks of sidewalks in a cold empty city
The image of me fits with the dreary people who fill the streets and buildings
The dark shadows hide me at times
I wish to be a flower
But I am not
I am not in a warm field with other…