The Only One Left

Poem questions Nature and Nurture through a flower that will not die.

Erin Ryan Burdette
Nov 25, 2020 · 5 min read
Photo courtesy of Erin’s iPhone

You there — yes, you
baked in million-degree
Texas heat
you have no business
being alive
out here
proud here
decorated with
this morning’s rain
first in months
water kissing petals soft
drops hanging on
for dear life
white and delicate
green loved leaves
finally a drink
out of the sky
delivered and received…