I AM A FLOWER – Susan Varo – 1/6/97

My genus is not humanness

I’ll grow splendidly from seed

unless eaten by a furry creature

that dines on me to feed

If I’m given half a chance

not just even that much

I should be handled with much care

I’m too delicate to touch

Don’t pluck out my bright petals

I’ll get cold not dank but dry

and please don’t weed me out

or I’ll shrivel up and die

Let me provide the honey

for a bee or two

can’t you see I am not a tree

I’m too delicate for you