These words cause me to consider
the wildflowers
growing right outside my door
from a different perspective.
Not the ones I bought and planted. . .
I'm thinking of the ones
growing vigorously
without adulation or admiration;
the ones the mowers take down
time after time after time.
The ones I mindlessly uproot
when I'm tending the landscape.
Looking at them closely,
I can almost hear them singing.
I want to gather them into my arms,
hold them close to my chest.
Lavish them with regard.
Namaste'
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