Jungle flower

Near the lazy rock and its green sky
A jungle flower would bloom whitely
Like whirring wheel of a firecracker,
A toothed wheel of tiny locomotion.
The breeze stirred its shape into many,
With false feet of anthers , disheveled
Hair of dancing to a morning breeze.

Near its heart is a dash of soft orange
Set in a white crystal of perfect view,
With contrapuntal note by brown bee
Hovering to a hesitant landing away
From prying camera for macro views.

The rock rose grandly to a summer sky
Looking down on a single jungle flower
A white pride in its green rock bottom.
The bee landed briefly on bee outlines,
Many shapes vaguely embracing bee.


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