A poem for a coffee friend on my ten minute break
Wish with me on these petalled thieves,
Sneaking the sunrays of summer–
Bring wide barrows to gather their fleeting loveliness
Breath them to the air – watch what flutters down:
Crumpled handfuls of heaping meadow fluff
High on the eye, July writes love letters in the soil…
When we are small – small enough to sit on stamens, to dust ourselves with pollen
I’ll hand you the afternoon on a stem
Bending to the wind, they blow…
What secrets must the flowers know.
–ECW
