By Linda Dominique Grosvenor
Date: 4 October 1999

Flower

Innocently I dangle in the breeze
that pulls back my petals
and exposes my nectar.
The sun confirms that
this is my season
as the heat ripens me
and the skies quench my thirst.
I pose discretely
wanting to be admired
never plucked or uprooted.
You pass my way
filling your nostrils on
the sweetness of my being,
landing in my space
tempting me with the buzzing
of your wings
and the melody of your song,
promising not to alter my essence,
vowing to never sting me.



Kirk this is for the poetry section on your sleeve or whatever..hoping to make front page YEAHHHHHHH!