Maypop - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
In her frilly lavender or blue fancy-crown
with a luna-moth green star
sequestered inside, passiflora incarnata
trails majestically in the grass.
Coveted for her divine nectar
by the handsome Gulf Fritillary butterfly
and by homo sapiens for her
luscious green berry
which makes a pretty jelly,
she is passionately courted.
A bit pretentious,
and prefering her more dignified Latin moniker,
she judiciously rations her nectar
should anyone call her 'maypop.'
Like men and nations,
she can be confrontational at times.
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