Pavement Poppies
A half dozen or so
lending a delicate beauty
to vertical brick,
trodden tarmac,
swayed by the passage
of traffic down to the town.
None noticed their green emergence
from the crack that time digs
at the base of walls –
big enough to admit dust
and water, the staples
of their being.
One day, perhaps,
their progeny will cross
to the other side
though that does not receive the sun:
something they knew from the start.