Plant a seed,
just a thought-
among so many
rose to the top.

Characteristic wildflower
its bud persists
drank its fill
of rehearsals mist.

Proud, tall, dense,
it’s thistles grew
the bloom still smiled
reproduced seeds blew.

Too much for me
to pull by hand
root system deep,
it took its stand.

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