Hangdog Flower – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)

A flower by a creek,
swaying like a metronome.
Its bright and bulbous head
sits atop a skinny stalk

Oh, are you counting time?
Or is time foreign for you?

Your scent rides on the air.
Your petals flame bright yellow.
Your every aspect
is a call for attention,

and yet you bow your head
like a dog caught in the act.

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