Oh my Gardener What shall we pursue now that the flower has blossomed? After all the toiling, sowing, and forgotten watering Here it is but a fleeting moment A stubborn glimpse of purpose Each petal fighting to color Look at it How may we remember it? It won't be long now- the inevitable Shall we leave the pot to water? Oh my Gardener In hopes that it's roots might surprise us? @RedHammonds 2016