Grows with such persistence and
Uncaring for time,
Leaves the sky hovering in anticipation
—Shall you ever give in?
How many ways are you willing to die?
I see you there,
Heartleaf, sticky, seep-spring of
Yellow mouth, saffron divine.
Aster, watch your fingers.
Toadflax, are you reaching?
Dogbane and nettle and rabbit-foot clover;
This cradle of color leaps as it sways,
And I am in awe of the way it was made.
If I take this sprig of yarrow,
Am I stealing from the earth?
Am I a thief, making off with its well earned majesty;
What end am I invoking
For a bit of beauty?
I want to love you mountain,
But I’m drawn in by her scent.
She seizes me by my breast and leads me,
A doe from the dark,
And wakes me with a cloud
Rolling over her;
The air tips its pitcher and pours life.
Like a song.
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