i know a man who talks to flowers
i was with him one day
driving along a gravel road
with waist-high weeds as escorts
he stopped the car
walked up to a crowd of
purple-bloomed ditchweeds
and told them they were beautiful
he stroked their leaves, caressed their petals
tipped his head
and got back in
as we drove away
i asked him why--
he smiled
and said
i was missing the point