Underneath

By Jack Joseph Smith

The tulip still lives in the industrial city Like ice around flesh it breaths not what it takes in And to stay alive it creates colors like a gypsy It is crushed across the summers Both by followers of golf pros and streetwalkers Yet its rhyme came from an orchard Thus lost time may remain sacred The dimension of light over city night life Doesn't make it difficult to wilt in spring But the ring around its pollen, is stronger than the satellites

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A compact lyric about resilience, in which a tulip surviving in an industrial city becomes a figure for beauty that persists beneath hard surfaces, drawing strength from its orchard origins and a pollen ring stronger than satellites.

Claude

The tulip is not a symbol of fragility but of defiance — it 'breaths not what it takes in' and creates colors 'like a gypsy,' making beauty out of refusal rather than nourishment. The poem's quiet argument is that the pollen ring around this industrial-city flower is 'stronger than the satellites,' placing biological persistence above technological reach. What survives underneath is not hidden nature but active resistance — the tulip's rhyme 'came from an orchard,' and lost time may yet remain sacred.