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Black-eyed Susan
How many times must a flower bloom
Before a stranger deftly plucks her from her home?
Before she wilts from the stem she blooms?
None.
But each time she opens up
And reveals herself
An opportunity presents itself
To be taken into
The watchful eye of a passer-by.
Beneath the petals of brilliance
That are her plumage
Is a cone of darkness
That is her heart.
And what is a person without a soul
But a flower without a seed
Welcome to my garden
Forever may you bloom.
