at midmorn when pollen fluff dries
and lanceolates have pierced the sky,
and the sweet gum jum golden needles wane
from their show of one beautiful day,
put pretty on pretty. crossed before the moon,
green pods fall breaking into nakedness.
joined upon the hybridizing spell cast anew,
wrapped colors tangle embattled in darkness.
from these seeds, strength emerges in glory
pushing up a transplanted fresh story.
a surprise uncurling from the scapes,
ruffled, doubled, unwinding in winding cry,
blossoms extend to the untrue lily of the sky
in sun warmed stretch. a showy assortment of shades,
opens fully to white clouds bouncing in the blue.
roadside, railroad, ditch, outhouse, escaped tawny tiger won.
cultivars to the garden beloved returns with hyperion,
contrasting eyes of diamond dust glitter.
red precious, berlin, lemon bells, green flutter,
burning daylight, golden chimes, royal mountie.
merit in stoke poges and chief sarcoxie.
from mid june they search for the secret two,
but still none flower pure blue, still none flower pure white,
teased by noctilucent clouds floating in deep twilight.
