TO CONQUER LOWS


    They keep some of us stowed away


    like pirate loot and window display,


    Notice the color of white, far richer than clouds.


    Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    Admire the stalks—pink like ocean pebbles and stretched out proud.


    You preen when they admire the rich life of growth


    and shudder when they mock the few white flags


    that drag down—don’t look at me. They brag


    and smile as you frantically search for the undergrowth,


    but their sharp words like rose pricks


    will not feed the thirsty soil of your soul.