everything here is cement
i understand the pleasure of symmetry, but
right now, i’m not one for walls,
ready to bloom unpredictably
blade of grass the mower missed
patch of clover waving at sun
dandelion hope in white and yellow–
thrive and nourish, thrive and nourish.
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Love this poem with double meaning!
Thank you!
“blade of grass the mower missed” – ahhhh how I love this!
Thank you!
You’re that beautiful flower that pops up between the cracks in the concrete sidewalk!
Ahh! So kind. Thank you!