lost among blades of freshly watered lawn, a clover holds a bit of water (even in dry season) a dry wind wafts down from a hill, recently ravaged by wildfire. secrets from an unforgiving universe unable to forgive or even understand humans and their inconsequential works. things we can not understand or know. it sends roots down and about, reaching for water and food. a tiny white flower among the blades. solitary blades grow in a cool back yard. the clover is vastly outnnumberd by green blades, i won't step there and crush a life frail and outnumbered by so very many green blades we too are frail and outnumbered. look at the stars.