Ode to Marigolds

I’ve heard the worse the soil, the more they thrive. I’ve heard how even the hottest sun invites no complaint. Don’t fuss over them; they like to be ignored. To be like a marigold: thriving anywhere with little attention and little resources. I lean down and notice how, in loss of one bloom, so many new ones pop up in its place. Loss means gain here in the world of marigolds.

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