Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Day 4


Oh bless the soul
of that poor zealot
first to liken blooms to chastity,
who must have turned his eyes
from both the women
and the flowers –
all he missed:

The regal iris
anchoring
the wedding centerpiece
boldly thrusts his yellow
stamen out
to titillate the bees

and when the
gentle gardener
scents her holy Rose of Sharon,
she sinks her face in
nature’s most superior
ovaries.

In the parlance of the flowers
the hermaphrodite is queen;
the blossom that is
all in one
is “perfect.”
Look it up.

Praise be
that nature puts no stock
in privacy
or we’d overlook
this springtime bacchanal.



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