I stand before you, naked and concealed. A hard shell of glass surrounds me, a protective wall of translucent safety. Take it from me! My blooms pour from its spout for you, for me. Be gentle with them. Part of me wants me to let go, to shatter the vase and let its water flow. I stand before you holding nothing. Exposed. But I cannot bear to shatter my exquisite vase. And so I set it down gently. Do stand beside it as a friend. To admire me in my utter exposure is to admire my blooms and my vase.
