travelled there by flower-head
the pollen-count was high
and we blew in with pilgrims
from Herbivoriae
we trod the pathways lightly
to assemblages you'd find
casting their botanics
in the jam-jars of your mind
we'd never cast aspersions
at another mortals phobias
but erectus horizontalis
was just verdant propagatious
didn't know that it was over
but mid cakes and lemonade
came whispers from the borders
please dissipate and fade
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