Imitation
I slowly strolled through the museum
admiring the flower arrangements that
had been designed to compliment some
of the artwork. Still life, portrait, landscape,
paired with bouquets of roses and exotic
bird of paradise and common daisies.
I stood beside some peach-colored dahlias
trying to interpret the floral artist’s vision
when I heard a whisper coming from
the middle of a brass planter. “There is
no painting that can duplicate us. You should
go outside to the garden to find true beauty.”
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