The Courage of Flowers
From the waste bin I pulled a daisy bud whose stem was squashed greasy green. Had to cut it to the base to find clear paths for the phloem and xylem, if flowers have 'm. The pin thin petals, spread, day by day Until they flared a white bright fan behind the yellow green sun of a center. The pollen bearers raised hundreds of golden thread heads to look for that being who'd relieve them of their life's work, all seven days of it.
MaryAnn Bennett Rosberg