Tubereuse Imperiale

Nonchalant, she walks with regular strides. The swing of her hips well rehearsed. She doesn’t want to seem too pretty in her white headdress. Sovereign, she feigns ignorance while a passerby’s stare fixate on her light colored turban that unfolds like a corolla. Her delicate silhouette sways proudly under the weight of this crown of sunshine: the envy of all flowers.