It may be described as everybody’s flower,
Like an ordinary rose, choosing cloudy
Weather, quite unaffected by the rain,
Sunproof, with golden lip and light green
Eye, flounce upon flounce, and undercolouring
Of cherry, oversheen of clear, soft, old
Garden cerise. When in fourth leaf,
It throws a small percentage of blue
To its nodding pale cheddar pink or pleasing
Primrose companion, a shade more salmon
In the improved sunset’s strongest of orange,
Beautifully netted skin; expressing not more
Than five words of greetings to the young
Grass (it may be meadow turf)
Whose round seedlings feed off dark rays.
Published in Five Points volume 13.2.