set perfectly in place
and her eyes are filled with it.
She kneels down,watches bees
bend the silky petals
of her favorite flower.
Time is a deific oxpulling her life forward, steadily
and her eyes are splintered by it.
She stands up,hears a starling
stream music from its breast;
today it will find a mate.
With two fingers across her wristand a mild concern in her heart, she thinks
Where does the beauty of a flower go when it dies?
(From the books Selected Poems 2004-2007
and Collected Poems)