In the South Bronx

...Tom Furlong In the South Bronx Knee deep in broken brick and splintered glass, a girl no more than nine hopped out from an empty lot, and asked a stranger in the street, "Who made this?''-the fragrant flower she'd plucked from the weeds and sniffed, white petals brushing her black cheek "God did, for you" he said, and she curled her lips up toward the corner of her eye, inclined her head, and smiled, weighing the evidence at hand...