By Joshua Kepfer
Flower
Always, you are flower, not grain
Always I am lonely
Being alone, being normal.
Is it really me you like, Flower?
A not-special someone.
I am plain
the scent that flowers smell
you sometimes regret.
I view the plain.
Am I seeing everyone?
All of fear-fueled people look similar
like grain, wheat, and barley.
The share crops, plentiful
all look the same.
The feeling was, I admit
Lonely, though comfortable.
I,
comfortable, though lonely,
admit I was feeling the same.
The look all plentiful crops share
the barley and wheat
grain-like, similar look.
People fueled fear of all everyone
Seeing I am plain,
expanding the view
I regret.
Sometimes you smell flowers
that scent the plain.
Am I someone special?
Not a flower like you.
Me, really it is normal
being alone.
Being lonely.
Am I always grain,
not flower?
Are you always flower?
