Five

I can imagine the suckling draw from a nipple half pink
half red would be like a bee from a flower’s pistil and flowers would
offer different kinds of coping machines like how growth is the
only way to be more beautiful, not that I let that happen for you.

I guess I had to think of me and the flowers I had yet to grow.
I would like to plant the kind I could press or let dry out by
hanging upside down and then braiding them into a wreath. I still
have to figure out which ones need better soil and more frequent
pruning, plus, I have a peace lily at home that has died completely.