Our facets give us substance; even conflicting ones.
Laser born of prism great, burn histories of suns.
Little idiosyncrasies…flowered grassy knoll.
What sets us apart is what makes us one of the whole.
We have a blooming face for different occasions.
One per season & one for all life’s deviations.
Still, each bud we pop in view is pulled out of the green.
Petals bobbing brilliantly above a meadow scene.
Yet from above, seen as a whole; foliage is all.
Up close, a blossom’s singular; distance deadens thrall.
L.B.Stowe 