Future Flower

here we spin
stationary in our eerie
stations / there is time
to worry when feet are
still

the air burns
wild with after
thought / how will
wind

farms without fruit
mitigate a fraught
past / are we future
flowers or coming
floods

and does Mother push
our blades with pride
or pity / when human engines
near

they pluck our spines
pilfer every song
we dare to hum
decipher every
whisper

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Early draft. Constructive criticism welcome.