Evening Gifts
The rose flames stupendously, orange suns bursting from
the tightened buds
Making immaculate declaration of the soil’s innocence;
While the bones, weary of life’s perfection, lie down
in sun and in shade, stretching and scattering themselves
with languorous abandon,
Each limb of cleanest white embracing the tarnish, the
needful green-gold staining of the dirt.
