Pavement Flower

On the humorless steps of a somber public building, I paused awhile, Looked down and saw something mischievous that playfully peeped Through a dark crack there on the concrete, grayish, glum pavement. There it was, a delicate, bright yellow flower, swaying alone and tiny In the light urban breeze. In dazzlingly radiant abandon, it gratefully, though mutely, said: "Thank you!" to the sun above that, by looming skyscrapers, was always partly hidden. .