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The light at four
She’s left the inner garden.
Here, though, she slows, her smile
recalling old reversals and raising briefly the prospect of shade’s
shedding its clothes, and being morning again,
naked in the flowers.
Laudate
The other way than backward
proceeds surely
once I’ve turned
from dusk to Sanctus
and her silent
petulant flowers
We two
First flowers
Sunday Headliner
Hail knocks down the blossoms,
but have you seen those stones in the sun?
Flowers take the purse on points.
Still wondering
A question-mark of flowers
circles the tree.
The gardener could not
help but ask.
Easter flowers
Wildflowers
How many flowers have stars in the middle?
I have a collection
of cool explosions,
rocketfire dust in a bottle of blue