Half-folded, a cell
half-divided, the center
puckers like lips,
and the white petals
gather like a headdress
on one end, the yellow
not a fleece button,
the petals not a symmetry
of rays. Fasciation
is something gone awry
in replication, set apart
from those perfect
blossoms as alike as
school children in tidy
uniforms, yet some
of us see the novel
in what went wrong, some
of us see our one-off
children in those radio-
active flowers, clustered
into misfit bouquets.
Fukushima Daisies by Sonia Greenfield | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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