I saw a bunch of potted flowers
bursting by a bank
-- poppies, daisies, carnations,
reds, blues, whites, golds, violets --
how constricted there they seemed,
audacious their delight...
I saw a bunch of people gathered
there at Union Park
commies, anarchists, punks, queers,
black, brown, white, young, old
beautiful with joy and rage,
but still, it seemed, too few...
Lord, let there be more like these
-- flowers, people, gathered --
Let them sprawl
through downtown
rampantly,
trampling
over banks!