Pale blue petals poke out like swords.
To both attract and hinder the bee
reaching the tiny forest of yellow pollen
in the middle.
The unopened buds are fingers toward the skies.
The round platform leaves bring darkness under the water
which they flourish over.
Around the outskirts of the watery broadleaf jungle
tadpoles commute.
As if the tangled mass was a city,
the lotus flowers were great pale blue satelite
dishes toward the sky.
Each neon jewel calling the eye.
Their grace the muse of
meditation/enlightenment.
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