Honestly: I just don't know
what will catch fire. This flower
bed's what's often called a carpet,
what I'd consider welkin,
since any blue that canopies
can also line afoot. This
welkin, if you pan, spreads its
counterpane—what lets dusk
in through the back door.
Zoom, now: each flower
face needles white lightning
in its center, then torches
that wattage over ground.
I don't know much about
electrons or ambience, but still
I'll sing the lobelia as tears.
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