Though overgrown with weeds,
Our lavender garden’s lush
With the purple scent of promise:
As with people, institutions, and opinions
That we cherish, we look past, forget, ignore
The imperfections, only seeing
What we expect or have grown accustomed to,
Forgetting all things grow and change —
Both bad and good —
And may get wild or unruly left unattended…
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