#26
white-flower trees, your clocks are all
wrong.
flowering dogwood, bradford pear, unfurl those
silk-soft petals- like babies' hair- no more, no more-
the sun will not stay, it has cracked to the yolk-
those sunbeams? it's bleeding- the clouds,
the bandages.
prariefire crabapple, black locust tree, curl back
within your bark- like dry-parch lips- for eternity, now-
the sun has broken in two, hanging stiff-still
between two half-globes, earth and sky-
those brilliant night-sets? it's murder- the moon,
a diversion.
bigtooth aspen, chinquapin oak, retreat before
rigor mortis sets in- the glaciers, now puddles, warning,
warming- the sun is not gentle in its death throes-
the quiet-bloom of spring? a cover-up-
the swelter of summer has yet to come, so
save your petals while you can.
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