Ode to a Flower
Have you ever stopped
in the middle of a sidewalk
to look down at a thin crack
embezzled in the concrete
and be so completely humbled
by the small pop of color
peeping through the dark crevice
and wonder how in the world
something so beautiful,
so sweet,
so fragile,
could grow in such a dark, lonely place?
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