weeding

 

A weed breaks through the blacktop of her driveway. 
That's right, thinks Like Totally, we notice only those who break through, the ones who perish under remain unseen.
And then her thought wonders back to the wild flowers.
Maybe it's true that god gives them glory, she thinks, but that's in the fields of nature, whereas we live in the human field, and our roads are paved with concrete; wild flowers don't belong here.
And she bends down and weeds out the weed.