Accidental Beauty

Don’t step on the flowers!

They are as your heart.

Tender sentinels of

accidental beauty.


In blooming they have

already decided to

give it all away.


They do not need your help.


Weighty and rigid

the unnatural tread

of your shoe

rips fragile blossom from stalk.


But even that violent end


to your hardened eye

Immune to their surrender

and their final and

broken love-shape.


Death throes of

honeysuckle scent

given selflessly

to the wind


smells a little

like heartbreak

as you pass them by.


-Joshua Tree National Park


PoetryLaura BlakemanComment