The straggly, yellowed yucca you pulled from the trail while hiking stands half buried, timid now and upright in our side yard. Thin frosty valentine takes ready aim for sky. All sharp edges but pretty. We revitalize sight with each hopeful transplant of painted sticks fastened together with glue and lacy paper. Where formerly there was only dried earth, adventure
will burst into perfect flame, one whole mosaic of blues.
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