If we were Flowers

There’s many kinds of flowers

Open, budding, waxy smooth, delicate,

Pointed and strong

Beautiful, unassuming, astounding,

Hardy or rare.

A bunch, a poesy, single stem in a lonely

Cry to the sun

We are the whole dam bunch.

Arrange a rainbow if you dare

Give a little flicker of life

In a humble offering

For that’s ok

To care

as though a daisy

Might wave to a bird on the green

Or geraniums dangle in the kiss

Of a warm breeze.

There’s many kinds of flowers

Bold, bright, pastel

Velvety dreams, telescoping tubular and

Darling,

We are the whole dam bunch

Depending on the day

Depending on the way

Of love and life

And gardeners

So you shrink

So you bloom

Are you shrinking really?

So you wilt

So you burn on a bad day

Are you really wilting?

Not because he says so.

Not because she decided.

Not because they know you.

So you find water

So you find sun

So you do the bluebell polka

On a good day

Or a full Watlz of the flowers

In a great year,

Because you

Are a wildflower

Spirit

Full of

Seeds

To wish on

And plant

And

Make new

A blooming 

Tomorrow.