Roadside Flowers

A philosopher once asked, “Where is God?” 
The Christian answered, 
Let me first ask you, where is he not?”
John Arrowsmith

Along the roadside 
A stream of flowers flutter and fly in the wind 
Looking as if a flower shop’s delivery truck 
Has sprung a leak,
As if an artist dribbled every color
On the wayside grass
Too intent on painting to notice,
Spring showers splashed and the colors ran
Sun streamed down and the dropped blossoms
Multiplied;  
So without any cooking at all
I feast on soul food.

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