I didn't given them
any thought
at all
until I discovered that they grew
wild
in Newfoundland.
I am not there with them
every year.
I suppose that makes them
even more of a
gift to me.
Elusive.
A few times I have
painstakingly
collected the pods to spread some
summer joy
myself;
but it has never worked.
I can't tell if the soil is
too rich
for them or
too poor.
They simply refuse to grow.
And so I must
catch a glimpse of
happy pink and rich, rich purple
when I can.
In the wild.
And that, I suppose
is why I cannot cultivate them.
I am meant to love them
where I find them.
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