Cracked Concrete

to come forth

that’s the time they say it is here, at

least

it is a first life

the pink blossoms, already

fall,

and turn my eyes right

but they are not as

bright

the cones

who guard cracked

concrete

I read a book

where the trees

awoke

they cracked bones and drank blood

they were almost

human

I place my hand against the bark

almost begging it to crack

me