blue by the thousands
along the Pennsylvania turnpike.
They remind me of my grandmother
who lets them grow in driveway cracks
despite their status as a weed.
When she was a few years old
her immigrant parents moved from Massachusetts
for the factories of northern Ohio.
As she sped through Pennsylvania,
she looked out a window
at bachelor buttons by the thousands
seeds blown in a swirl of wind
toward a driveway somewhere
distant in the future.
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