In love with a fantasy
as always
of an orange center
bright pink outside

and every time I look
at this plumeria flower
it is imperfect
but not in my mind

and when I look again
I know
the flower is more beautiful
than my fantasy

but I can't see that
and I know
that without pain
there is no drama

as the communists
and the christians
have found out
life can't be good all the time

the subtle scent
of the present moment
lost in a sky of green and blue