one small flower
on a bush outside the back door
with no mind to be seen
nor ever admired so i admire it
and i remember how a duck
saw making a nest behind
this bush to be very tidy and snug
but when i came and returned
i made it afraid
so i resolve to be
more vigilant and make room
if i can for shy things and
especially walk softly
with a view this world
is not my rumpus room
but formed very purely
cradling happy beings
that can flourish if not
cowed by brashness
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