The Importance of Flowers

Bending low over cultivated flowers

feeling petals soft and delicate betwixt rough

and calloused fingertips. With the gentlest tug

a single veined pollen respite

floats at first then lays weightless

within my palm. I hold the entire universe as well.

Each atom in balance expressing color

and fragrance. All without any

measurable substance. A slight but steady

breeze takes my prize. I stand defeated;

no longer able to garner a mate…

or experience joy. I pull another

and am reborn in nature.

-Sam Temple

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