The Importance of Flowers

~ Bending low over cultivated flowers feeling petals soft and delicate betwixt rough and calloused fingertips. With the gentlest tug a single veined pollen respite floats at first then lays weightless within my palm. I hold the entire universe as well. Each atom in balance expressing color and fragrance. All without any measurable substance. A slight but steady breeze takes my prize. I stand defeated; no longer able to garner a mate… or experience joy. I pull another and am reborn in nature. /

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