Synthetic flowers bloom through concrete
endless identical duplication.
Algorithms ensure each cluster is neat
and our coding is perfection.
Nature is chaotic, impure and free,
we discarded untidy mutations.
Better to lie under precision-made trees
than risk a genetic connection.
Despite our models, projections and all
sometimes the weeds still take root.
All the poems I wrote last year are available as an ebook for free. It's called Lost in April Fog and you can download it here.