Ode to Hibiscus

I picked many, tucking the cool flower behind my left ear each morning, the soft petals brushing my face. I would go to fetch an early breakfast while the day was cooler and pass by the white blooms with a magenta centre, and then turn right near the hot pink ones on the corner. On my way home with our Viennoiserie, I would pick another of the plentiful flowers to draw, study and observe, a complex yet distinctive form.