capricious beauty

yellow lady slippers twist outward in spirals.

wildflowering basal leaf bee traps viral skulls.

you know when and where to find them, it is just if.

I’m not the only one with Spring’s nervous tic.

she misses and longs for his Apollonian traits. 

a self that goes on changing, is a self that goes on living.

kingdoms in color, life on the loop in the land of giving,

grasp the endless unfolding. keep sculpting the embrace 

of renunciation. let peace come upon us in the air we breathe.

dig in the fertile soil and count how many self-revisions tease

what gets sacrificed this time. put on love’s pied shoes.

walkaway…