Questions, questions, questions.

Solitary.
stemming from a grass-less
plot of land,
all sand.

Was this
     really
         strange
               flower.

"How?" " What the?" " Is that possible?"
muttered the group,
about seven or eight of them.
All sporting backpacks.

The day went,
the sun lackadaisically moved from
one side to the other.

When about 3/4th of the way there,
a little wide smiling
baboon
locked it's eyes
on this flower.

All in a moments
laughter
cackle, spittle
spattered.

hitting the dry,
dust.

tears rolling down the eyes
of this little primate.

wise,
fulfilled.

the tears and spittle filled
the ground.

Four months now
since that moment,
that watered the earth
and gave birth

to
   another
           strange
                  questionable
                          ­       flower.