There are, of course, flowers
Reconnaissance yields a bouquet of Quebecois forest flowers for a hot summer day. Un-vase the garden.
Photos from Parc National D’Oka, and Montreal Botanical Gardens
Poem from Reconnaissance, Homebound Publications, 2015
There are, of course, flowers;
they fill her hands before any vase,
but even in their glass tomb, she sees
the void they have lent their lives to.
Once the guests arrive, she sinks
between the desire for the most
satisfying success and the deep
and heeding certainty that none of it
prevents the day’s observable artifacts
from passing through the clear,
choking air of an open window.