Plucked.

I adore the organic allure of flowers.
Satin kisses from within the earth
Bloom as quilted brooches upon
grassy collar-
but I prefer them in the ground.

Forever distressed by the uprooting of living beings
For I, divorce-child,
know how that feels.

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