AND SUDDENLY FLOWERS

Coming down fast off the interstate,
I brake on the ramp, and suddenly flowers
are everywhere, blue and white:
chicory, Queen Anne's Lace
flood over the pavement.
The car rocks a moment,
steams, falls quietly apart.
I want to jump up, shout,
start running into the flowers
that stretch farther into the future
than I can imagine.

—William Bridges

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