9/20/08_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo
I am a flower child
Or, I was one once.
I still have petals in my brain,
Petals in my bosom, and the essence
Of flowers rotting in every cell
Of my ex-flower-child body.
There are wires, curly wires
Caging me in, fossilizing my flower power
And turning me into a flower cage.
Today, I am a flower stuck inside
Of a wire mesh cage.
Tomorrow, will I be a flower sneaking through
The tiny hole and opening up again
Or will I be a wire mesh sculpture
With a secret inside?
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