justwrite 5 july

this color too whole for me to swallow unfurls nearly translucently a yellow butterfly uncurling from its stem pod clasped leaves protection until detection from the other side of the garden the pointing watching closely which will open first an unrehearsed symphony plays in honeysuckle lemon leaning in closely for the ballet the drama the beauty which cannot be exaggerated the nature that nurtures and another blossom opens and i lean that way and back toward and over there are many there are deep breaths a nose to fill into my memory i will not miss this i will catalog each and there are dozens in the twilight the evening primrose promises more but while the flowers continue theirs is only one evening and i am trying not to leave out any promising flags messages unfurling into the darkening like the one-night blue-light fireflies in taiwan we learned about in a sideways picnic overhear there are things that will not exist tomorrow and i am borrowing all the jars i can find the bouquets i can muster i will not miss this summer i will hold it close into the winter into the next into the far away i will bring this color smell taste of simple pleasure the joy beyond cliche and i will hold in my hands the space opening into beauty