Like an endless field of repeating flowers. One hedge wide and one hedge long. Enough to get lost in. But I’ve noticed that almost everyone walking past fails to notice. It’s an odd world in which nothing is beautiful. These same people go home as directly as possible to stare at television. To watch commercials. To listen to sales pitches. To pretend that what they are watching is worth seeing. When they have already abandoned sight. When they see their way home to open their eyes and see nothing. It’s an odd world, one that flowers, but is not seen.