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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530480" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Weed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though progress does attempt to prevent<br>A plant from feeling the warmth of the day, <br>One small weed crawls through the sidewalk cement, <br>Forking between two slabs of my pathway.<br>I pass it, startled by the protrusion, <br>Impressed that it had learned how to survive.<br>It seems to thrive despite its seclusion—<br>Despite all the pollutions that deprive<br>It. Secondhand water quenches its thirst.<br>Garbage cloisters in the cracks that surround<br>It. Yet, the weed does not appear coerced<br>By the filth that litters the paltry ground.<br>Somewhere beside the congested gridlock<br>Of traffic, this plant stands—in the sidewalk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stare at the weed for a moment to<br>Wonder why no one had plucked it before.<br>It was not something I had sought to do, <br>But I pondered about what it lived for—<br>Why it challenged the street with sturdy roots<br>Or fought industry with a stable stem.<br>What made its will thoroughly absolute, <br>Woven to the Earth by a steady hem? <br>I wanted to hold the plant in my hand, <br>To cradle its would-be wilting branches—<br>To be able to truly understand<br>What the purpose of its burdened life is.<br>I would take that from the weed so I know<br>That there is reason left for me to grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I resisted the urge to tear the weed<br>From the ground, dirt shaking as it ascends.<br>Stealing its life would not provide my need<br>To discover my answer. I pretend<br>To break its being from the nature<br>That has nurtured it, although hostile, <br>In the hope that I could maybe capture<br>Its source vitality after a while.<br>Then I relax, leaving it all alone, <br>To fend for itself against the climates<br>And social structures of steel and of stone—<br>A world possessed by the inanimate.<br>I walk away and once again it went.<br>One small weed crawls through the sidewalk cement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tim+Stensloff">Tim Stensloff</a><div class=q>
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A plant from feeling the warmth of the day, 
One small weed crawls through the sidewalk cement, 
Forking between two slabs of my pathway.
I pass it, startled by the protrusion, 
Impressed that it had learned..."></div>
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