Unnoticed

Flowers sometimes grow in cracks Or vacant lots or railroad tracks Or mountain paths where no one hikes Or hidden where no sunlight strikes. So, too, a poem, its words composed And set upon the world, exposed To passers-by who might peruse And even comment, if they choose… Or walk away without a glance, Without the time to take a chance On opening their busy eyes To what could be a real surprise. For poets’s phrase or flower’s bloom Might shine a light into the gloom.