March 4, 2009
Inside this green towering flower
Is a bustling world of never-ending energy
Inside is a city that never sleeps,
There are people that are constantly coming and going,
Leaving and arriving.
There are large town meetings, and start precisely on the dot;
They are never late.
The world is a blinding kaleidoscopic merry-go-round
Of passion, a city that thrives on light.
Outside, Times Square is shamed that they cannot compete.
This effervescent village is deeply rooted in the earth,
Solidly clenched to its values.
The metropolitan stems are strong, giving the citizens security.
The hearty leaves and elegant petals
Provide for an exquisite distraction
From the breakneck highways and the infectious beat of passing pedestrians.
The energy released from the death of a star
Cannot match the highly-caffeinated
Industrious dance
Performed within the flower.
There are so many petals that lie of the stem,
These were created for a purpose,
They give the citizens a view of the outside world,
A world that lags in comparison,
That world which sees the city as an
Unassuming and beautiful plant.
One must only tear through the walls of the Dahlia
To be enriched by the sprightly manor of this town,
To become a regular metropolitan.

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