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.
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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.