Saturday, April 25, 2015


Two months have passed since my report on the few street plants tough enough to survive in Laramie in February.  But now it’s spring, and I’m sure that a strong urge to grow is swelling in many seeds hiding in cracks and crannies in concrete and asphalt.  Probably fresh young shoots are already out, determined to enjoy their moment in the sun.

But I’m not there to see it.  Instead, I’m in Grand Junction, Colorado.  Of course street plants are just as common here as in Laramie, and the growing season is much further along, so I had no trouble finding material for Lucy Corrander’s April street plants gathering.  [In fact I had too much. See Urban Plants, Urban Rocks: Premiere!]

This post is special – it's a collaboration.  My host wrote a poem for the occasion!

by Danny Rosen

Between signing the agreement—and implementation
stands a gulf where persistence reigns. In a dry land
awash in weapons, things work out best
when the day listens to the Sun.

Slowly, men continue to learn how to speak
to women, and develop new capabilities to achieve
a competitive edge; new modes of perseverance.
Cracks form – even where the Sun shines only
three hours a day in late Spring. Weeds peek, climb,
suck vague moisture, move minute nourishments
through peristaltic pressures that, squeezing for light,
widen cracks in sidewalks and life. Cracks

cracked by a fibrous yearning and racing
against Summer’s descending clock; green
shoots break apart hard rock: Persistence
is a helpless choice; first comes water, then comes ice.

Danny Rosen is a poet in Fruita, Colorado.  His poems have appeared recently in San Pedro River Review, Comstock, Fruitapulp, Pilgrimage, Santa Fe Literary Review, and Malpais Review.  After working in geology, astronomy and education, Danny decided that making books would be a most useful endeavor.  He lives among dogs in the desert of western Colorado, where he runs the Lithic Press.


  1. Thanks for the fascinating post, Hollis - and Danny!

  2. The poem fits the mood of your photos and the theme. Plants that grow in those types of conditions amaze me!

  3. Now I will take cracks more seriously. As an image of the more we try to communicate across differences the more we may, in some parts of ourselves, be pushed apart is challenging.

  4. So very dry!
    Love the poem, especially the last lines.
    I have just looked at Wyoming and Colorado on a map. How do you get your states so rectangular?
    All the best :)

    1. Thanks, sb! as for our rectangular states ... "very good question" as we like to say when we don't know for sure ;-) But I do know these state lines were laid out by surveyors, not nature.