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Commute (Easter)

Above the freeway -
A spiral of seagulls -
Updrafts teasing smoke-greyed wings.

It is dark here, and dull.
I have had my share of confusion.
It his hard here, there is never enough.

But lupine bloom purple
In the heat of exhaust,
And monkey flowers glow like hope.
A hawk sits on a streetlight
Above concrete,
Searching for burrowing things.

I, too, am hungry
For something whole.

Still, I will rise another day

For the seagulls,
The lupine,
The arc of a rainbow across the interchange.