Lost Face

I just picked a flower
Lacing it's advance to touch the world
35 years harbored in an exotic arboretum
Transmigrated half way around the world for me?
In my selfishness?
A corsage for a little ego
I knew
I could never even give it water
Even though she consoled
Water was not required
Pick me now
I embrace remorse and grieve
I have spoiled
A sacred tellurian's state of grace

I scramble for a suited justification but find none

Just picked a flower…
Had been growing 35 years…
Just killed a flower…

In my selfishness

Kaz Maslanka
9-9-2000