Roadside Flower That Could

A red light.

How daunting the image,

Amidst the gaseous plumes.

Steadfast position

Rests this red poppy orphan

Coveted by dandelion and vagabond bee alike

Surrounding its presence like sentinels of Nature’s kingdom.

What holds this manifest of life so stalwart?

Might it be accepting what is as…

What is?

So much to learn from the lessor,

Yet often stronger adventurers of Nature.

Such are the seedlings of warrior hearts,

Amidst gentle minds of apathy

The visceral voices of survival

A bee and poppy chorusing together as…

Red light turns green.

Fast lane mentality jettisons forward.

A new rush of polluted air

Tries desperately to banish

The poppy and bee nectar partnership resolve.

Grinning in  their joint resolve,

A duality of purpose vibrates…

“That your best shot, MoFo?”