Poem

 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.