I Picked You Red

She draws up into her arms long stems, 

silkened petals,
but it was 

the red that
caught her eye.
She tugs at the earth.
The roots let go and give into their destiny.
She gathers them close to her and scampers clumsily
with purpose towards her momma, 

visible out of the
corner of her eye.

Look momma... I picked you red.

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