Blush
trees grow; fools question, pry into affairs until one
remains resilient
come now – neglect to attack and find you were made
to admire the minutiae on the ground
the world flowers, gratified to help the public
resemble a garden rid of thieves
say your tears and stand with others who flatter
the sweet-pea in question
hide the rootlet until they admit thinking the locust
generous, persistent, and modest
somehow beautiful
&
disturbing