Violets

Down by the rumbling creek and the tall trees—
    where I went truant from school three days a week
        and therefore broke the record—
there were violets as easy in their lives
    as anything you have ever seen
        or leaned down to intake the sweet breath of.
Later, when the necessary houses were built
    they were gone, and who would give significance
        to their absence.
Oh, violets, you did signify, and what shall take
    your place?