Petals
Soft ochre on light
brown, like blushed toast
buttered gold in sweeting
yellow.
Concealed minute beneath
gaudy blooms,
vain dilettante
butterfly flitters by,
toiling honeybee,
might stop and see,
linger here awhile to
pull at petals.
Not plain at all, but
for want of rain,
dry coy curled, she unfurls
with touch
of tasting tongue,
from old to young,
gathers juices probed
in senses swim
this flower moves and
shimmering.
Hot breezes sugar
brown bushes blown,
shell petals do seem
to sigh and groan,
poplars tall push wide
pink parting sky
growing strong beside
her filling lake.
She’s flowering there,
full opened bare,
bloomed shivering in new
summers fair.
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