Flowers Don’t Have That Problem
Writing about flowers feels silly. They already say everything perfectly. Just by being there.
They pop their little heads up and shout color at the world.
The bees can hear it. The birds are more interested in each other.
You haven’t really lived until you’ve been smacked in the middle of your chest by two robins caught mid-coitus. It was awkward, to say the least.
Flowers don’t have that problem.