I give you
for consideration
the reason why
cornflowers
defy
the certainty of
asphalt. Impediments
to progress are
often weed-like,
fragile-flowered.
Cornflowers will
persist; the unexpected
thrusts of blue
that line the cracks
of paved convenience
twinge the heart
a bit
to new recall.
Pray we do not
see the end of
cornflowers.
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