A lonely flower waits for the sunshine,
bitter and empty, for the birds have stolen all the bees
The petals are yellow and drooping like anchors
are pulling them down, like a dentist tugging at a truth.
Mirrors float above the flower showing memories
of yellow love, that once was hers
She bites down, and chews on rainbows, she can't stand the orange
zig zagging back and forth like  a confused train.
But she can't close, not for the life of her, or else her
seeds will trickle down, like waterfalls lifting up, in handshakes
waving to mini daisies, with crooked zipper smiles
on their faces.  Like ocean waves, the flowers sway,
the broken mirrors blow in the wind
above her, not liking c old refirgerators,
because the flowers fear the dying process
With the rotten tomatoes, the mold,
the laughing eggs rotting.  She sucks herself
into a root and becomes quicksand.