Inching along on the interstate, traffic backed up for miles and miles, I drove so slowly that I could observe up close the scraggly sunflowers bending in the breeze. They were totally unaware of the total lack of merit of their surroundings, in the barren borrow pit between asphalt lanes. They simply shone, delighted to be.
SUNFLOWERS
Sunflowers
on scraggly stalks
bob and weave
in the wind
in the brown grass borrow pit
heedless of the ugliness
joyous in any event
Rabbit Lane 
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Neil Scheinin
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Beautiful poetry
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I am so pleased you enjoyed it.
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