Oh thou surprisingly pink crown of petals
on thick green carriage makes my wounded
heart drown in delight and wonder at thy courage
to bloom on mundane kitchen table in winter’s
monochromatic middle tiny veins of green and
white intermingle on petals pointed and bunched
like a riddle you were supposed to be red – vivid,
bold or so the accompanying papers said but you
defied the genetic code and decided to emerge pink
instead and so my submerged heart emerges to
celebrate the wonder of counter surges
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