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 |  More poems for Promptly Poetry, stuffed into this book because I have reached my limit. |
| In the corner of a well-groomed lawn one renegade wildflower takes root. She readies her seeds for the world. She cannot tuck them safely into beds to secure their future, but she knows the ants, foraging deep beneath the green blades they will carry them to richer soil. It may be that her progeny will fly with the birds, or be scattered to the wind by the mower and elsewhere become, a field of resplendent color. The quiet chaos of life goes unseen. In the immediacy of our lives, the busy-ness of insignificance we regard as fateful circumstance the order of the universe - blown into existence by chance, as if a monkey randomly typing for an infinite time would produce Hamlet. https://www.cnn.com/2024/11/01/science/monkeys-cannot-type-shakespeare-study-int... https://www.science.org/content/article/don-t-crush-ant-it-could-plant-wildflowe... Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)"  TOPIC - WEEK 13 "quiet chaos" |
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