Amid the stalks’ voice
And rustling breeze,
And upon the gently swaying stage
A perfect purple plate
So sweetly to the need
Of butterfly, moth
And bees:
A flower for all
On which to feed
And burrow deep
Within its pleasure.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

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