Art of Randomness

gardens of flowers I don’t recognize

although I must have

planted them all, some year or another:

not as if they got here by themselves;

perhaps I was at a sale and picked a chancy

bulb, a likely looking leafy thing

dug a hole when I got home

waited to see what grew.

sounds like me doesn’t it?

plucking choices from a random universe,

blur of happenstance in color

with a cat meandering through.

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