POEM: "Of the Summer Garden"
Of the Summer Garden
A bee deconstructs the magnolia blossom.
Anoles appear, triangular heads
and ink-point eyes.
You only need to sit beneath a pine
to feel the forest.
List the problems, then.
Whose power is over you?
Think brown sap dropped on my elbow.
My self less fruit than flower. Less food
than herb. The anole balloons
his dewlap on the flagpole.
Size may not determine
amounts within. The canopy
As when I knew one war
was over and another would come,
afraid to tell anyone.