TheLastPeony

~ T M Mulligan

Alone like the

Last remaining peony

Once a bouquet

Gathered and plucked

From a prairie

Of wild flowers

Singled out for

My splash of

This and that

Perhaps a distraction

Maybe a desire

To capture something

Wild and distinguished

But linger I

Do endure I

Must not for

Me but for

All those that

Spy upon me