The hopeless flower on the sidewalk grows
like any other hopeful flower would.
For those who pass, this hopeless flower shows
a sprig of hope in grey cement. She stood

on every corner waiting for love. He,
before he left, had whispered that she’d find
his love on the first corner she could see.
But she did not see love, so never mind

his lies. Are all just ploys of love truly
fair? The woman turned to stone still waiting
there for love to come to her. It crudely
sprouted on the sidewalk green and greying.

Though lonely, flowers on the street will yield
more looks of love than flowers in a field.