that I may spread the good by branching.
Let me poke up through the sidewalks,
under fences, in the wasted places
and of course in flower gardens
side-by-side the daffodil and dahlia.
Let me intermarry like the Irish
and the German, Jew and Christian,
like the African and Cuban.
Teach me, teach me ways of blossoming
that I may be resplendent
though my legs are little more than canes
and cannot stand for long.
I ask you, let me reach with sweetness,
let me offer up my treasure,
let me serve myself to hungry passers-by.
Yes, let the birds, let even turtles taste of me,
for I am all I am and nothing more.
Yet I am nothing, nothing less than wonderful.