By Mark Graven
Hello, Yellow Flowers, placed so unexpectedly, and precipitously, in my pebbly path to that paragon of precociousness the CNM library (Jeanette Stromberg Student Resource Center).
Did you show up up here expecting to drink from a monumental fountain of knowledge?
Or perhaps you were hoping to capitalize on people’s propensity to appreciate the subtleties of human experience, and propel your understated prettiness to world fame?
What is your game, pretty yellow flowers? Can anybody play?
WE ARE JUST HERE, sing the flowers, like a Greek chorus. Take us for what you will.