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Flower Picking
May 8, 2022
We went flower picking this morning
Just my mom and I
As we often did
When I was a kid
When I used to frolic in the grass
Not giving a care
That a dandelion was a weed
Today wasn’t remotely the same
We didn’t frolic in the grass
We pushed a cart down
A garden center aisles
Loaded up with tons of plants
No weeds
Unless you count mint
Which can grow like a weed
The focus was the same
To fill our lives with color
Something fresh
A different kind of life
That will thrive for a while
Before the earth is covered in white
And the cycle begins anew
