Today's poem is by George Burns

Plants in Tough Places
       

I always want to cheer
when I see
a twig with leaves like wings
ledged on the pockmarked
face of a cliff,
as if in a lady's flower box.

Trembling,
it can't help
its slow leap
into gravity's wind.

So what
if God's chisel
is always chipping
at its stony holdfast?

What have odds
ever had to do with it?

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