Zinnias, stout and stiff,
Stand no nonsense: their colors
Stare, their leaves
Grow straight out, their petals
Just like clipped cardboard,
Round, in neat flat rings.
Even cut and bunched,
Arranged to please us
in the house, in water, they
Will hardly wilt--I know
Someone like zinnias; I wish
I were like zinnias.
--Valerie Worth
