"Flowers by the Freeway"

Some flowers by the freeway crisp and turning black
Cigarette ejected from a passing Cadillac
Dried and aging petals now dancing orange delight
Roadside cross engulfed in flame an evil southern night

Smoke rose around the cross above the small bouquet
A memory where someone's life was spirited away

Flowers by the freeway for every-one to see
But no-one seemed to see them ex-cept me
I wondered who it was that lost a loved one by the road
Standing by the spot each day I watched but no one slowed
The winter snow soon covered where the cross and flowers stood
A silent cold eraser at the edge of darkened wood

My daily stop forgotten in the hustle of the spring
A sudden a jog of memory recalled with other things

Flowers by the freeway for every-one to see
But no-one seemed to see them ex-cept me

The ashen spot beside the road now green and gone to seed
Color blooms exploding between dandelion and weed
Melted rosary and cross are dust removed from sight
Flower children mark the spot where the angels once took flight

Mowing down the fire risk so there's nothing left to see
Perhaps the wooden cross and flowers were only there for me





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