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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Petunias don’t beg for attention, they sprawl—drunken, unrepentant~ over garden edges, spilling secrets in violet and fuchsia tongues. They are the sidewalk’s graffiti artists, the uninvited guests at the rose’s gala, staining the air with their perfume, thick as a midnight confession. Some call them common. But watch: how they tremble under the weight of rain, how they arch toward the sun like lovers who’ve forgotten shame. Their petals are thin like tissue-paper, outlasting the gardener’s shears, blooming reckless and radiant until frost finally shuts their mouths. Oh, petunias~ you gawdy glorious fools~ you teach us how to live unapologetically.
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