Medicinal

Medicinal

No that flower died going on nine years back
but that is the one your brain insists on snatching

All the other morning glories benefit
from your love of the nine-years-dead flower
At least that is how you think of it

while the flower just thinks
If human eyes gazing at flowers could pour out
a measure of light
or even paltry water

oh how much less we would want for