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The Wild Carrot

The Wild Carrot

Impressionist painting of white flowers
Profuse as a crowd of on-lookers
at a political motorcade:
pale, anonymous bodies spring
from the gravelly berm as a blur
of emptiness spied in the transition
between the animated traffic
and the stolid green wilderness.
For the passenger who notices
only their indistinct commonality,
they are nothing but humdrum.
Yet, in a field, each umbel,
long-armed, purple at the center,
possesses a singular beauty,
a blossom grace lost in the rushing by.