a visit to the garden center

Whenever the heart is in need of rest or the eyes are in need of a reminder, I visit the garden center and watch blooms circle around me like a wandering poem. Daisies, roses, cacti and mums all dance together like a country born out of sunlight and differences. I put my hand against the soft petals and I think for every time I cursed this hand for being crooked, it never once stopped me from visiting flowers.

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