Plastic Flowers

Gaia reveals the truth, at times,

Not subtly, but rocking….tumbling

What we deem rock and tumble proof.

That flora in that window box,

So bright and white and red; erect

Despite this freeze? Distance deceives

Our naive hearts and eyes effortlessly.

Scent would have squealed; revealed the fib.

Too high the price a sniff demands?

We “hem and haw” and she larks.

Our claims of dominion, our crow,

As meaningless as plastic blooms.

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