Miss Rose Pavonia,
Greeting the breeze in dance,
Most delicate of blooms
Yet tough withal,
Surviving as you do,
Thriving in fact,
Sprouted by chance
In pots meant for another.
Each tiny, fragile flower
Tinged with pink,
Magenta cored,
Kissed by the hot sun,
Demands butterfly
And hummingbird attention.
Like a mallow done in miniature
Your leaves, your blossoms
Stand tall for close inspection,
Challenge my belief
That perfect beauty
Desires assistance
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©2016 John I. Blair, 10/10/2016
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