Friday, July 26, 2013


With leaves like hearts, 
Why are you not hardy?
Your edges are serrated, but you just aren't cut
Out for life in a busy place.
Are you confused? You bloom upside down,
Inside out. You faint like a Victorian lady
Wanting attention—smelling salts.
A sip of cool water revives you,
Too much water and your leaves 
Turn jaundice yellow and fold up. 
You whine too much.
Maybe it's a fragile beauty thing; 
For few summer
Blooms or painted butterfly wings
Can rival you.

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