by Ann B. Day
I wasn’t sure at first.
From the window
I could just make out something
growing in a crack of the cement
flooring of the patio.
A close-up inspection revealed
the blossom of a spider plant
balanced on a slender stem.
It had been part of a large pot
on the patio where flowering plants
brought joy to so many.
This summer no plants or pots
are on the patio. Everything
destroyed for a parking lot
and a new fitness center,
except this tiny plant, lavender
and white, dancing in the breeze.
Perhaps next summer
it will grow again to remind us
that the health of our
natural world will endure
if we care enough.
Smoky Quartz 