by Mary E. Lowd
May 26, 2020
At the vanguard of the flowers,
“Charge!” cries the otter,
“Bring joy and color to the world!”
“Nay!” cry the flowers,
“We are not a battalion!”
“Neigh?!?” asks the otter,
“Are you horses to answer so?”
“Mayhap,” say the flowers,
And continue lounging in their field.
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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