Flower petal crushed to powder
are you crimson, or are you vermillion?
Has the painter yet dragged you over
down the blank, a canvas unborn?
Were you made in strokes, or brushed strikes
mottled paint that\'s overdried
were you made then, or unmade there,
or are you what you were before?
Cut from a field, cut onto a canvas
the flower stands stoic atop the embankment
the artist, they come, baskets bouquets
and their brushes,
did you change or were they the one to do it?
Copy, paste, Cut, paint -
are you -
the flower in the field, or the flower in the frame?