Bees emitting that awful buzz of theirs
circling asters and tiger lilies
down by the water
Ever after we wonder how
full petals spring forth from
garish beginnings
hiding their color until they’re ready to bloom
I know I marvel at the water’s rush
just cool enough to dispel the heat
Kidding of course I’m kidding I’m kidding because I
love the way the water remains frigid
maintaining resistance
not by nature of the earth
Open your petals then color
popping forth from nowhere yet
quietly may come from everywhere and from
random corners of
silent torrential oceans
Tear away at what dark was left
Under old floorboards and in dusty cupboards
Valor comes in all forms
white as an afterthought to
xenon and plum
yellows and indigos and hues bursting with a
zest to combat the storm