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Look at This Oxalis

growing in a crack

of hot concrete.

Flowering in futility,

blossoming beautifully. 

It’s like a clumsy gift 

given by a baby. 

I take hope 

in rare glimpses

of kindness in the crematorium

we call existence.

I find them mostly

hiding in the eyes

of kids and dogs and grandmas. 

kind acts so subtle 

you could crush them with a feather. 

They are free, however, living

for whatever silly reasons they have. 

sniffing butts and licking faces,

relaxing in their rocking chair, 

deflowering a hundred dandelions.

I might just join them someday.

Will I meet you there?

Please Come Out

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