Flowers pop up everywhere, in groups, or singularly.
They grow tall and upright, and turn their faces toward the sun for light. It occurs to me how alike they are. In every yard, they are all the same, made of the same green stuff, processing the same light. They grow right on time when spring is high in the sky and the birds are mating. And it is not only the same all over the city, but the same all over the world.