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  • Writer's pictureJessica Lee McMillan

Jessica Lee McMillan

Somehow a patch of sunflowers

bloomed from the street corner

 — a concrete wedge

of dog waste baggies,

trash from the cannabis shop

and sloven fast food cups — 

like salty debris at pocket bottom

the roasted seeds

stopped feeling sorry

for this curb — bald and cold

save for garbage garlanding

its sag of chain-link — 

and took custody of colour,

made trellis arresting the view

with petals as warm rays

from defiant green stalks,

grew a sunrise in the ditch

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