Blooms Wanting

Hostas are such ugly

flowers.  One has to wonder how

many lines have ever been

written about them.  Their foliage

can be spectacular, each variegated line

in different shades of green. One leaf unfolds

for the next almost like the elegant pedals of roses

in a bowl.  Instead of symbols of grace, Hostas are toys

for children sneaking in their neighbor’s yard

searching for the plumpest bud just about ready

to offer the world a glimpse of flowering

just so chubby little fingers can make that incredible

POP.  The loss of that blossom is never noticed.

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