Tuesday, June 25, 2013

What I Will Tell the Flower

What I Will Tell the Flower

One tiny puff of white clover.
Sure, whole field white with clover,
but I can see just these five

white flowers, this one here
not just an example, but the flower
before me, a miniature lotus.

No other moment for us
like this one. It’s just me and you
here, flower, so I will speak

it now, in a voice overgrown
with clover: what this field always
needed was you, little flower.


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