Daring and brave, this.
Do you feel the weight of your missing petals?
Symmetry has gone on an extended vacation;
Harmony of composition eludes you.
The buds nearby retain their superior potential
And snigger behind your back,
A symphony of clashing comments
All the louder for their implied silence.
What makes you bloom?
Yours is not a lot to be fawned over,
Celebrated with a named star on a famous sidewalk,
Or heralded by brilliantly garish marquee lights.
And yet –
You dare to bloom…