Rain pulses on a tarmac eel
grey muscles sleeking down to town.
Dock leaves’ green fanfares burst from dark
mud and trees seethe with finches’ cheeps,
their flicker of bright wings. Blackbirds
and robins on stark branches pour
liquid sound through falling water.
Bright impatient golden eye peeps
from dandelion's calyx lid
while daisy's seeming frail, pale head,
light hearted, shakes off each chill drop.
As though the cement of order
damming change, breaks under pressure,
floods expectations, re-levels
and fills pockets with sky, chance comes
to rearrange, grow other ways.
Let past injustice become mulch -
greed's rules making kindness weak, turn
rotten experience, learned from
by memory's roots deep and strong,
supporting our reach for fairness -
joined, we'll enjoy the Future. Hope!