Blazing up from the tar
At the edge of the interstate
A solemn observer of road rage
A patient bystander in traffic jams,
Accustomed to the heat,
To the roar of eighteen wheelers,
To the fumes and filth of the freeway
The frenetic pace of life
Streaming by
With blasts of suctioning,
At intermittent intervals, the
flower from the root
Even after this assault
And crickets cease their chirp
The light comes
And for a moment…
Silence…
Then once again with 22 perfect petals
It turns its gentle face
to the sun.