Day Lilies - Beneath The Alaskan Way Viaduct

Common, they give up
the goods to anyone
bothering to notice

the arc and green surge
of them. Some mornings, I hate
the freshness of their dewy

flesh, beneath the bite
and grind of commuter air,
glistening yellows and reds

all along this bicycle path,
their manifest sunlight
in spite of nights past;

waterfront amnesiacs,
delicate victims
of a drunken insomniac,

motherless children.

by Bobby Anderson