the flower & the weed
they didn’t know each other
but they were sitting on the same park bench
at a minimum fifty years separating them
your child is such a lovely flower
the old woman said
her eyes locked on the toddler who
played with a pail & shovel in the sandbox
yes at times
the young woman replied
but other times like a weed
needing to be yanked
august two thousand twenty-four
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