some flowers were being mean
earlier today
I watched them writhe in the breeze
listened to their petals rage
such colors
even marigolds can look like tigers, ya know
on such a small stem
and thought
about their meanness
but didn't say anything
I didn't belong to their flowerbed
plus
I figure it was just autumn
and maybe the things they say in autumn
with death listening
just outside the door
don't really count
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