I found the wild blue irises growing in a certain roadside ditch.
I’m not a “real” botanist.
I knew I took a chance, near homes full of guns. Hostile signs threaten me.
I don’t trespass, but I fear I might provoke gunfire.
I imagine a confrontation in which I say, “That’s okay, I’m a bit suicidal, so go ahead and shoot me.”
Feeling sarcastic, I imagine saying, “But you’ll have to clean up the mess, and take care of the paperwork. You probably can’t just leave my body on the roadside…”
I only encounter a polite homeowner who asks if I am “okay”. That’s code language for “Why are you looking at my ditch?”, but I’m good with that.
I’m grateful for my calm neighbor. He was willing to assume I was harmless.
May his day and mine be filled with flowers.
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Cool! That’s really a poem!