Pavement ground, asphalt road
Brick building, glass window
Red and white neon light
And down below near the gas pumps
Lays an orderly display of geraniums
Bringing colour to a drab station
Turning dirt to fresh and clean
As exhaust pipes pass them by
They give a magical sway
Not knowing the reason for where they were laid
© Lucie Semenec
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I am not a poet. that is, I am not trained nor am I paid for my poetry. Poetry comes to me whenever I have time to sit and think. It doesn't adhere to any rules or follow any styles. like it or not, it is my attempt at giving poetry a chance!
