The Purpose of a Peony

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There is no purpose in the purpose of

The peony except the aim of bloom

To bring a bee or butterfly for love

Of pollen and of nectar.  Clear perfume

Is purpose of the universe

In matters of amor, in whirring wings,

In placement of pink petals to disperse

The prettiness.  Pink prettiness here sings

Its silent fragrance.  Butterflies and bees

Find purpose as they settle wings to taste

True love, that love winged helicopters’ breeze

And clarity both equally pink placed.

  The raggedness of petals drifts in air

    And light, pastel in pinkness’s prinked flare.

©  Phillip Whidden