Emerging from within,

a jagged scar of concrete,

a lone flower,

crooked, leaning,

dusty pink petals,

heavy head, bowing, trembling,

as if unsure

of her place in a vast world.

I notice her because

I, too, am leaning,

heavy head, bowing, trembling,

uncertain of my place.

I pluck her, gently, tenderly,

place her in my hair, dusty pink

against tangled blonde.

Glance around, smiling,

at the immense world,

my jagged concrete home.