Fleurs

On a bunny-gnawed old box
She lashed a lattice of wands.
A yellow word on a makeshift
Shelf will now define itself.

Inside Out Flowers And Friends

   American barrenwort (Vancouveria hexandra).

They don't forget, a
Shape remains in apian
Brains but time emits
A mist in it --old scents
Drift out, inside out--
From petals such as
These and some confusion
Overtakes bees at
Inverted pleats, then
Light or heat disperses
Doubt --it rises, burns
Off fog, years, hours.
Summer returns with  or
Without these strange flowers.
Bees adjust --I
Suppose I also must.

Among Trees

Here at last we have
Traveled, you and
I, from the past
To see this light in the
Sky, bright above
Black lace leaves.
Earth weaves such
Scenes as these
Among moonlit trees.

Continental Drift

Over rock, iris,
Periwinkle
I walk a bowerbird's
Pavilion.
Doesn't matter
Which point
I start from,
I always end up
In love.