i.
Today in my garden I find you
certain flowers: a one-day orchid,
an unbloomed rose, waterlily
and a spiny weed bloomed blue,
mock orange–tantalizing stillbirth–then
the stir of red geraniums, honeysuckle
sweetening as it withers down the vine.
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