Daffodils and Automatics

“Anyway, the roads are blocked.”

But the flowers turn their faces

to the sun,

and a new day begins.

A new day were there is a reprieve

instead of a report–

a flower in place of a gun.

A kiss instead of a fist

raised in anger.

The road may remain blocked,

but the garden will never be lonely.

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