I happened across her one night
happenstance or fate
chance or a mistake?
thought id try to save a flower
before it was too late
she was still in bloom
but a rock had rolled on her
petals unpresentable
her stalk bent and no room
yet as i walked i had to admire
her life spirit so defined
in that mire
i suppose myself, the flower, and the rock
are all creatures of desire
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