I leap into this flower,
Within my mental eye,
I’m sliding down the petal
To where the pollen lies.

I ride the tube to London
The traffic here to stem
Each person leaves the sunny leaves
To where it’s dark again

I picture on the surface
A league of bustling size
A throng descend to seek their roots
Avoiding public eyes

Exploring little tendrils
We all end up alone
And trapped among the earthworms’ beds
Remember suns that shone