Wildflower
Nowadays, no walking is needed.
Plastic numbers will send tame ones
Around the globe at a click. Try it.
Think of someone in need, first.
Potted, wrapped, still dripping of dew.
Carded and be-ribboned, only idiots
And madmen sidestep such efficiency
Or walk somewhere.
I thought all of this before yesterday,
When… on a hillside I knelt as though
The world were a cathedral. And knew
That I can only enjoy this, by staying.
© Ciprianowords Inc. 2008
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