Few The Flowers
Don’t you know
who Leonardo
Da Vinci is? Or have you forgotten
because it’s been so
long since we’ve all been remembered?
Looks again at his pages
of science and artistry—
he once drew the most beautiful
copse of trees—
not all humans possess
equal intelligence,
not every monkey
in the tree
is smart as the next,
why artists have always been
revered, for their ability to create
light and warmth
in the midst of icy darkness;
to deliver the goods
and proof that we too
are a magnificence of our own.
Of the bell-curve
of consciousness,
some are dim and some are bright,
most are foliage,
few the flowers.
