Take me to your pond, I am no sunflower.

 

darkening skies mean no twilight

but they may remain for a while

and I won’t thrive.

 

You in search of your pond

did you find it?

The beggars come along

like you

asking for my favour.

But I am a wilting flower !

 

Pluck me.

Gently.

Take me to the pond

from where the beggars must drink

I’ll grow there. Gracefully;

like the Lotus

and summon more beggars

to watch me from a distance; to share

a drop of ether.