Highway yellow lines

Dappled with light

Green tufts rise through the

Cracked and faded pavement

Tempests of air thrash the tender sprouts,

Quivering roots,

The rumble of tires.

Still, the strict yellow lines will be complemented,

By the wild tangle of dandelions.

Gold like the sun

Shaken, tested and undoubted

It will stretch to the speckled warmth

Forgiving or not,

Where there is light

The flowers will find it

Through the cracks in the pavement.