One Yellow Pansy
I looked out my window
On a dark April evening
And my heart lifted up.
One
Yellow
Pansy
Had bloomed,
Had pushed through the dirt without any sun
Had lasted the winter without any care,
The smallest yellow pansy
Had bloomed
On its own.
And it was ok.
And I was ok.
And we were both ok.
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