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Mar 2014
the sprinkler goes off in my front yard
there are flowers along the path
just sitting in the soil
the sprinklers shower them in water
a few get sprayed
while others sway
some get soaked
and others stay dry
the sprinklers stop
I open the front door and take a step forward
I step over puddles on the cement path
and watch the water trickle through the cracks
I bend down next to a flower
and notice the droplets of water on the petals
they seem so still
and glisten in the sunlight
the pearly drops seep into the petals and stem
like the flower is ******* it in
the flower straightens up
and appears to grow taller
the petals open a little more
and it's as if it looks happier
the water didn't feed the flower
just so it can survive
it showered the flower
so it would be happy
maybe next time
I'll run out into my front yard
when the sprinklers spray the path
and the water will shower me
so i will be happy
Written by
spencer lacey
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