After all,there is no need
to say anything at first
An orange, peeled and quartered, flares
Like a tulip on a wedge-wood plate
Anything can happen.
Outside the sun
Has rolled up her rugs
And night strewn salt across the sky. My heart
is humming in time
I haven’t heard in years!
Quiet’s cool flesh———-
Let’s sniff and eat
There are ways
To make of a moment
A topiary
So the pleasure is in
walking through.
