To grace us with its sadness today,
As its vine, moving like garland crowns
Around the down spouts, turns burgundy
In the early moon afternoons.
The hibiscus, by contrast, feels
It has waited behind the leaves
Long enough, it was time
For a party, of like-minded large
Orange bells ringing.
It has waited behind the leaves
Long enough, it was time
For a party, of like-minded large
Orange bells ringing.
The grasses do not wish to move,
They want not to have to
Think through the day,
But to rest on their laurels
Of ephemera: white blossom.
They want not to have to
Think through the day,
But to rest on their laurels
Of ephemera: white blossom.
A giant butterfly does all the heavy
Lifting, communicating something
Incommunicable, as it is communicated
Through, above the shoots, above
The roof and away.
Lifting, communicating something
Incommunicable, as it is communicated
Through, above the shoots, above
The roof and away.
Tomatoes are close to graduation from the vine,
Peppers and potatoes are turned purple,
The calla lily flowers have taken on
A character of grief, as the elephant ears
Peppers and potatoes are turned purple,
The calla lily flowers have taken on
A character of grief, as the elephant ears
Stretch for the last of the sun.
Ah, the things that are done
To exist — the twists, the shifts,
The contortions;
The earth so radiant
Is never quite enough.
To exist — the twists, the shifts,
The contortions;
The earth so radiant
Is never quite enough.
