Let one thousand flowers bloom
But choose one to your liking
What a beautiful watercolor loom
Where we can intertwine our lightning
The sepal pedals must unfurl subtly
(then supplely) handle the pistil
Stigma, style, pollen so lovely
As is anther and stamen to fistle

We are told to talk lovingly to our plants
No trashing
I want to give this flower
A good tongue lashing
Then I’ll bump a daisy
And for her garden an Arum Titan
Flowers blooming and nothings hazy
As we sail on to the horizon