Standing in This Alley

When I was a plastic gardenia,
I did plastic gardenia things
and thought I had a scent.

Now my children approach me,
their mouths and fingers black
from mulberries, and I wonder,

How is it that I had children
and am standing in this alley,
when I’ve been a plastic gardenia
this whole time?

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