I am flower all alone in a field. Why did they leave me, will they ever come back? My petals are bent over in shame the field behind me--barren. Why didn't they stay, is something wrong with me? My arms are spread out-- looking for someone to hug me. Where are you, are you on your way? Oh, there you are come here! Where have you been? Inspired by a Roe Ethridge Painting from MoMA