fiery braille

The first flower
to survive
more than a moment
on i95

was surprised:
generations had tried
but all before
had sadly died

squished by commerce
and frivolous trips
taken while gasoline
came on ships.

Now the petals
and their genera
will be here
for long millennia

til the rest of us
learn to bleed
signs from the flowers
for the blind to read.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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