Somewhere amid the vegetables,
a bloom, a flower begging notice,
suggesting we might see beyond

ourselves, our guilt and fears,
and all the calamities teetering
on this planet, for a moment.

A beacon for the eyes, a course
to follow on choppy seas,
a remnant burst of energy

blazing bravely at the sun’s
112 degrees. Bless the gardeners
planting seed we cannot eat!


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