But what if
you were never planted?
Seed scattered by the wind
drifts into cracks in concrete
strays along the frenzied highway
Seed dropped by birds
lands haphazardly
on rocky landscapes
or in inadequate soil
Seed washed away by storms
drowns in mud at the river’s edge
No one ever
took trowel in hand
loosened the soil
to make an easy bed
No one added fertilizer
No one worried over these seeds
or cared to watch
for signs of life
Yet
among the pile
of discarded fence rails
blooms a sunflower
not planned or planted
but willing to spread its petals
despite the odds
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