Free Range
July 13 2026
The seeds my children scattered
in a corner of the yard
mostly didn’t grow.
Who knows
if it was the untilled soil
the squirrels and birds
or our neglect.
But wildflowers, hardy as they are
grow regardless.
They take flight on the wind
land haphazardly
lie exposed,
their simple needs
sun and rain
and to be left alone.
The ones that did, flourished
and my garden grew despite us,
black-eyed Susans
crimson poppies
dark blue violets.
Like free range children
and teens leaving home
for far away,
the less fuss the better;
they’re more robust,
their needs
simpler than you think.
So let them take flight
and land where they may.
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