Flowers On A Broken Wall

Flowers on a broken wall are the emblems of us all? they shine so high and pilfer low with the tears of others whilst they grow buildings holler work! Toil in the dirt tomorrows always flowering sleep is always clamouring like a climbing rose. This is-the-way the daylight gardener knows watching the robin through his red scarlet robes scrambling for worms like a whirlwind-hungry cyclone in a jostle of comings and goings this is-the-way we travel to work this is-the-way we travel home sitting on busses blissfully alone like the fading wallflower of sunset gold watching ourselves grow old.