A Flower

a flower in its arrogance
waited for the sun
"I needn't bend back and forth
every morning and afternoon"
"I like this position"
"It's who I am"
and soon the flower withered

"You're not looking well"
said the tree
"Spread out all over"
"Spread out like me"
"I can't"
said the flower
"I'm only one stem"
"I've got to go bending
again and again, remember?"

a human being standing nearby
cleared his mind in wonder

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