Flowering Caricature

My gifts of tenderness
and vulnerability
are flawed
but there are moments
when the sidewalk
stops rolling
beneath my feet
and I’m real-
without anyone’s
of worth.
It’s fleeting, of course
as there are dues
to be paid
so I follow… as I do;
flowers will be ignored
whether I sing
or swallow the song inside me.

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