A lone chrysanthemum
Against the current of
Changing winds
A beauty not seen
By one pair of eyes
Alone in the moist and rocky soil
Bug-bitten reads of old grass
Shelters the sky view.
In dappled light
Her peddles shine
A desperate despair
Dispersed seeds
Like pennies on New York City sidewalks.
To fade alone
A beauty never seen
Except by the existence holding her together.
Footsteps of a passing fawn,
The beat of a crow's wings,
Lift the base of each red peddle.
The rain comes
Cooling hope
A beauty never seen
Is still beautiful