According to legend, Clytie
After staring at Apollo in his chariot
As he each day rode through the sky
Became a sun-staring flower
Either a marigold or a sunflower
Or, some say, a purple heliotrope
Given how myths work I'm sure Clytie
Didn't get a choice or she'd have said
None of the above and stayed a nymph
Gods, though, do what they please
Most likely they were reassigning
Redundant nymphs so Echo became a voice,
Arethusa a fountain and Clytie put down roots
If the gods had asked me I'd have advised
Letting Clytie be or, if they were set on
Her being a flower, I'd say marigold.
My father's gardens always had marigolds
Usually around the edges.
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