you and i
both know
that things
are hard.
and yet
once again,
i am bent
on looking for
the small,
pure
pleasures
among
what all else
is unyielding.

i take a walk,
and stop
when my feet
are surrounded by
pink petals,
and have, perhaps
just a single moment
in which
i can see
that even though
there is hard pavement
beneath,
it is beautiful
soft
and fresh
if i am just looking
for it to be
so.

xo,
tt