Oh! But I did not see you there,
and I have traipsed across your
petal faces, and how rude of me.
I cannot undo my stepping,
the breaking of your slender
necks, a snapping of my
You’ve been thirsty under a merciless noon sun, held through
the biting frosts, and yet despite your
tribulations, you have not
succumb to time or weather,
yet I have done a great disservice to
you, parting from the paved trail.
I can help you stand a bit.
Lean your sagging heads against
your sisters’ leafy arms and rest.
Heal yet, flowers.
Be well again.
May my treason be undone.
Bless each one of you,
unopposed and unprotected.