I am lifted toward the sun upon the petals of flowers
I am rebaptized by the dew on their soft curving leaves
I am comforted by moist grass
I become thoughtful as I traverse the gravel path
Leading to soil that nourishes gifts from Mother Nature
But I am also annoyed I don't have exact change for the bus
I sell my body on the street to get change
Months later I have an STD and needle marks from antibiotics
The flowers drink mightly from the rain drenched earth
I lie in bed running a fever, cursing gardens en masse
I pray some demented park ranger will run over the little flowers
Crush them into bird feed
I'm not crazy about birds either
Shut the blinds. Damn sun.
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