Which Flower Is That
“It’s arguably, debatable, unclear,” the woman said.
“Doubtful I could give you an educated guess.”
I had not anticipated this response when I said “good morning.”
There were monarchs, white clouds, beautiful daffodils, a gorgeous sky.
“Lovely outside,” I suggested.
“An ambiguous term,” she stated. I began moving away.
Her cantankerous reputation appeared in the back of my mind.
“Beautiful monarchs!” I said.
“Which flower is that?” she asked.
I was no longer worried about her giving me an educated guess.
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