last fall,
near my work.
I saved the seeds
and planted them this spring.
Almost every day I walk down
my driveway and
water them.
Today,
it seems,
the deer have left
a seal of
approval.
Maybe one day
they will dine on their
sweet flowers.
All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.(Jorge Luis Borge)
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