Us
they are not there to impress. We are not the focus of any narcissus. They’re
not a promotion for anyone’s happiness. Familiar rill and trumpet force their
way from papery hoods. The fashion of eons is premised on need, for water, air
... Yellow is popular with bees. Frills and pipes are petals catching on quick
to pollinators. They bend about for dear life, stalks of the northern
hemisphere. But who are we, upsidedown in Australia? Who on earth are we trying
to impress? Why? Answers take a whole lifetime. Meanwhile, September, we go
looking for a little happiness.
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