intent

the flowers exploding
in the path to my door
force me to take
a less direct route
than i intend

i don’t know
who planted them
maybe no one did

but i would not
call them weeds
or label them
a nuisance

they are a
beautiful obstruction
luring butterflies
spraying color against
gray concrete

 
 
 
the world needs more volunteers and rogues

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