without notice

vines contorted

through fences rusted

the odd flower blooms 

she sees what others pass

without notice, roots shallow 

in soil under stones 

“I think I thought I saw…”

when we walk without 

notice we naught

the beauty protruding

growing in cracks

crevices and fence lines 

in the between - minute 

go as careful with your your thinks

as you would with your steps