They
Asked
Me….
“What
am I
doing
Here?”
—
I Sprung
From a
Patch of
Hard earth.
How did
a Beautiful
Thing Grow
in Materials
So Coarse &
Unforgiving.
—
I Bloom
For you in
My Body.
—-
After many
Stages
Of Growth,
My petals,
[Blossom
From
Modified
Leaves]
Encase
Brightly
Colored
Shades
Of Blush.
—
I curl
My petals
For you;
Blooming
Towards
Your sun.
—
I have
Swayed
In place
To learn
My own
Botany
Of future
Sight.
—
Like leaves
In the rain,
The cards
Spill all
Your
Secrets.
They drip out
Under mynd
Eyes, locked
Down asleep.
—-
I Bloomed from
Composites
Of A Life time.
A hard
Matrix,
Aggregating,
A fluid slurry,
Bonding us—
——Together.