The plant grew in the heat that made grown men weep. The heat that singed eyebrows and boiled ones kidneys. But still, here it was, green-leafed, thick stalked, thriving in this sandy oven of hell, not another plant growing for as far as the eye can see. How long has it been here? Where did it come from? How is it possible she wondered? After taking a picture with her phone, she took a sip of water. The tepid liquid coated her tongue and slide down the back of her throat. She Texted the image to her Daughter, aware it was 4am in Kalamazoo. Aware, The image looked unremarkable, a blotch of green on a sandy brown background. She failed to capture its exquisite presence. It’s shocking guile to grow In this place of all places; Unashamed and unrelenting. Damn, what the world thought.