Thursday, April 10, 2014
I am famous: the sacred lotus,
a symbol of grace and purity,
though to croaking frogs I am no more
than a hang-out joint, an all-night store.
My petals enfold stamens of gold.
I float, serene, while down below
these roots of mine are deeply stuck
in the coolest most delicious muck.
Posted by Ralph Fletcher at 6:40 AM