Kathleen Monahan
Life
I look carefully
Down at the cement
Below my feet
Gray colored
It has gone through
Many calamities
Its age can be seen
In the cracks
So deep from a variety
Of weather that passed
Day and Night
Night to day
Months to months
Years upon years
It began to wither away
Yet with the sunlight
Available to the
Walls of the split cement
A Blade of grass
Begins to grow.
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