Ars Poetica: Aniospermae or Magnoliophyta

On the first day, they couldn't pronounce my name, pRose

Their eyes drifted from the chalkboard

and gazed through the windows

(or, a square cut in the wall)

to topiary and tumbleweeds

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As their bright eyes stared for introduction

I told them to call me magnolia.

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But I was there

and they were there

and we were there

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I understood

and they understood

and we understood

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Bai Chen squinted, perplexed with his translator.

"Flower?"

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He entered our world. 

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