I suspect cut tulips frolic
like Tchaikovsky’s suite of toys
when the household sleeps and dreams
wishing to adjust positions
like Degas’ ballerinas
bowing, dipping and tossing heads
rejecting hierarchic rank
like Van Gogh’s sunny flowers
each one angling for best exposure
dramatizing pure euphoria
like Beethoven’s Ode to Joy
rendered here in glorious color.
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