I plant my flower just to watch it grow
its leaves curling slowly in the rain
each petal smiling up sadly:
(pink and rosy for the blue eyed moon)
and slipping slowly through the mud
blood dripping down its white stigma
(to a spot where a touch burns red)
its lowest leaf curling in the sun
once penetrated as a seed;
his world shifting from light to dark,
stars flashing in the sky (still shy
with blurry ovule) its broken
thoughts curling slowly for the night.
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