Choosing to Flower

I have a little chive plant
that used to look tidy;
I pruned its verdant stalks,
kept its wildness under control.
Perfect grassy stems, but never a flower.
This year, I let it grow feral.
The green stalks blend with old brown ones,
angling this way and that,
like unbrushed hair.
It’s messy and unkempt,
untamed.
But now,
its rowdy stalks and stems are host to the
prettiest
purple
flowers.