Namatjira’s
Flowers
sun neon white
yellow green
orange
red blue
purple
pink your heartland
colours laid
out
in ceremony
their genius
glossy
on Floriade’s
back
inside I do not
find you
bedded and
tamed for festival
fringe-dwellers,
their landscapes
blind despite
your borrowed
luminescence
for their
consumer
culture covers
and in the
presence
of flowers I do
not know
if I should
grieve
the ignorance
and absence
or celebrate
your freedom
©2025. Jennifer
Kemarre Martiniello
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