Forgotten, the difference
between something radiant
and no place like earth-
a little secret, a brilliant bird.

I have better things to do
than die unfinished, resist
invaluable lessons of flower,
the myth of moss and elms,

the unlikely alliance of soil
and flesh, survive concealed,
light veiled between the hills-
opaque as petal

and just as beautiful,
dressed and undressed-
purple skinned and yellow.