Strange to see
a single morning glory
in the grass
by the roadside.
How did it come to be there?
Of course, I had no way of knowing
but it seemed to me
it should have been
 with other morning glories
in places where they thrive.
I imposed upon that solitary bloom
the way it sometimes is with me
when I I feel I’m where
I didn’t mean to be.
and quite alone.

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