ten feet twenty the flower man is waiting for the touch of his hand straighening out petals without a plan (like the every daily) wish that bothers the flower man could i do something to make him laugh inside my little chamber made of glass so he lived the FLOWER MAN, FLOWER MAN WITH HIS HEART IN THE SAND so he stands, to watch the whole wide world from a can way high up, in the sky, so that the sun burns your eyes ain't it nice? the life forever for Flowers

flowery from chapter 4