25 October 2010

one hundred-eighty seven.

beautiful flower.

unraveling
quietly
before the
face of the
sun.

blossoming
even inside
the chill of the
wind,
beautiful flower.

sprouting
from beneath
the soil into
a clean, fresh,
and new flower.
all alone in a field
of space,
in the face
of the sun.

how can one
grow clean
from a pile
of unclean
dirt?

what is your source of growth?
where is your source of growth?
Who is your source of growth?