Sidewalk Strawberry. A Poem.

Fri 14 Jun 2002 10:55:27

On a cold, gray rainy
Friday morning,
I saw a strawberry
on the sidewalk.
Crushed.
And I wondered
Who could have dropped it
Without picking it up?
And I wondered
Who could have stepped on it
Without seeing
That bright flash of red
On the cold, wet, gray
pavement?

(And I wondered
If I wrote that
with line breaks,
would it sound
like a poem?)