I really enjoyed how bubbly she and goofy he

lindy hopped on smooth wood

without looking in the studio mirror.

It wasn’t so lovely once you came

not to ask me to dance, but to call me a wallflower

then dance with bubbly she.

The wallflower, yes, how fitting a name

for a full bloom

like the wildflowers, with as much scientific awe

as the cultivated roses. My silly hope

is to one day be plucked by a botanist

and not be compared to a rose.


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