The copycat flowers squat just above the ground,
where they can safely share their insecurities.
The flowers look just like the ones they sit between,
only the others are a glowing magenta
while the ones in the middle a sterile white.
They all deal with each other on a flat ground
but their heights make it slope
so it resembles a broken mountain,
post volcano years after the eruption.
Now it’s filled with vegetation better than before
and tourists want to come see it,
the mountain with a comeback story.
The pale flowers look across,
directly at a neighboring bush
over the skinny sidewalk.
If they were with that bush,
they could stand out and look original.
That bush has no flowers, just buds.
It looks like a huge bulb coming out of the ground
or like a giant root vegetable
that’s breaking out of it’s ground jail.
But that would make the bush favorable.
My mom only buys flowers with bulbs
because they’ll grow back every year.
The white flowers continue to feel ugly.
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