Blossom

Oh I sent her a plant
as if my love could infiltrate by flora
and I thought:

when the blossoms would open
she would think of me as beautiful

Not that I’m handsome, but
I have an essence
I could share, probably.

I suppose I’m a little less than perfect
maybe a little quirky, but

when I stand on the stage to read
she is the only one in the audience
whose clap I want to hear, and

if there be a heckler
I will hear her laughter, and
I will smile and think

yes I know someone
who loves me always

and the edits will be easy
so much so that
I will love the hecklers too
but not so much as the flower

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