Another Poem for a Flower

 

Another Poem for a Flower

Anemone, adorned

in purple ruffles like

a Queen.

Just yesterday, your spine was bent.

Stooped and sad.

 

I feared the worst.

You’d been neglected, left

to dry. So though

I thought it futile, slipped

your stem into a glass of water.

 

This morning, you

reach delicately muscled arms,

you show the world your splendor.

A drink, and time, have brought you back

to life.

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