stuck to the wall like wallpaper
plastered on with glue
looking the same every day, maybe
in time fade, my colors less intense

from the sun pouring in. I wanted to
be a real flower, not one on the
wall., covered by a painting. I wanted to
be planted in the soil, have drops of rain

bead on my petals
like freckles do on skin, see the trees
bend with the wind,
feel the bees collect my pollen. I wanted

to be three-dimensional, alive and
unconventional, not a stockpile in a roll
in your local Home Depot.