Flowers I can work with.
There is no mean streak in a flower.
When she grows she does not forget things.
She does not chase you away.
I remember Blake talked about the symmetry of
a tiger. But a flower is more perfect in her symmetry
because she does not use her mind for
making calculations.
All of her thoughts whorl around with no starting point.
She has no memory of how she got there.
She is a parting of ways to some beauty
you cannot let go of.