Yellow Rose Poem

Cattails c**k their heads like they mean to ask
how the leaves got freckles, how the berries
got fuzz, how green apples got sun burnt red.
One bumble bee nests in a yellow rose,
and now the rose has black stripes. This rose looks
like a funnel, a whirlpool, a red rose
with a gentler color. It looks like a 
black hole, which might be attached to a white
hole, which would then be called a wormhole, which
could spit a massless object straight through space
and time. Think of a rose eating light like
that. If that light is artificial, I
will take the dark, with arms wider than my
wingspan.