By: LDP
It had to stand out
Why, she wondered,
Was in necessary for it to set itself apart?
Brighter, it’s color more true
Exquisite structural symmetry
Bordering just barely on the side of natural
Its petals soft, supple
Yet strong
Their velvety texture
Tactile to the human eye
The garden around it was more than adequate
But its presence nullified the other blooms efforts at beauty
This annoyed her
It wasn’t larger, or taller
Yet it effortlessly drew the eye
She turned her gaze away
Then turned back again
Still it appeared as an anointed soloist
Among a pleasant, yet ordinary choir
Singing with clarity, “Why be content with mediocrity?”
It pained her, this blossom
If it had stood out because of disease or lack of appeal
Her duty would be much simpler of conscience to fulfill
Yes, this flower angered her
It forced her to execute an unpleasant task
Her gardening shears glinted in the midday sun
Illuminating her target like a spotlight
It is too bad, she thought
She shook her head, clucked her tongue
Closed her blades
And lopped its head off
