Watching Where I'm Going
I live amidst whooshing traffic
and fragrant lantana bushes
of an urban street
Here and there
cracks mark the detours to paths
not conceived of before
Their squiggly shapes
remind me of the wayward lines
on my palms
These small crevices
are like rivulets
where dandelions sprout
Little yellow sisters
they sway side by side
in the summer breeze
I too blossom
through narrow chances
like the trembling florets
There is always broken glass
but my feet are too deft
to step on it
And I am wary of the sting
of prickly cacti
and roads well-traveled
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