A Flower Will Come

Agave plants sitting in the distance,

Eternal plants,

Waiting for us.

Their leaves with serrated edges,

Rough and uninviting at first,

But with familiar warmth.

You ask me where their flowers are,

 And I explain they still hide,

For those who wait.

Agave plants, patient plants,

In a vibrant summer day,

Standing stoically.

Agave plants in the distance,

With sweet leaves.

Hiding a flower,

For those who wait.

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