Stray

I am a stray
A weed
The perfectly imperfect
Wild
Without regret
I don’t meet
Your expectations
Your deadlines
Your eyes
When I hurt
I chase
My dream
My rain puddles
Irritation splashes you
The butterflies
That kiss the earth
But fleetingly
Then dash
to kiss some more
I am a stray
I have no master
But me
I am a weed
I bow
Not to the plow
Not to the fences
Not to your will
I scatter myself
To the wind
And where I light
There do I bloom
Take root
Dig deep
And color the world
With my song

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