She garlands the roadside
with her cheerful blue face,
but she is a girl who
thrives in only one place.
No, she’s not domestic–
she is not at all tame;
en bouquet or en vase
she just isn’t the same.
So don’t pick her or pluck her–
you must let her be.
She’s not yours or mine,
she’s the roadside’s Chicory.
September 8, 2016
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