Roadside Flowers

Roadside flowers, defy the rain handwritten cards, spell out the name of someone’s son, of someone’s friend just where the road, begins to bend at the spot where everything changed Passers-by said it was a shame nobody quite sure who to blame but everyone could comprehend roadside flowers. A face looks through the window pane oblivious to sun or rain condolences so quick to send that broken fence so soon to mend her grief still wrapped in cellophane roadside flowers.