i'm starting to feel like a flower.
a flower that grew every year in the same spot for decades--maybe longer
--until they paved that spot over for a new mini mall.
but the flower's still growing.
only now, it might not have a large enough crack in the cement to break through.
or, if it does, gets trampled by mindless teenagers and families on their way in.
the wild flower is ignored, even as people remark on the planned out, precisely ordered landscaping arrangement flowers in the area.
the flower would love to re-root itself in a forest somewhere, or even the park.
but it's stuck where it is.
how does a flower like that survive?