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.