beauty

sometimes in a crowd
you see a face
and the beauty of him
or her stuns you in
a quiet bright way.
it's not about sex,
but about the lines,
the curve of lips,
the nose, the angle
of a jaw or cheekbone.
the impossible color
of their eyes, whether
blue or green,
or just brown.
flowers growing
in cement,
a strange beauty
in bloom
between the ordinary
dandelions that so
many of us are.