I wonder if you ever really get it back

being plainly corporeal, ungirded by hawthorn and pinellia.

To rightly denigrate such solipsisms, the feverish tantrum—

yet still to allow place for the foxgloves,

the emerging brooch of house fires: early Seral.

I maintain so, with eyes half-shut from the smoke.

In the new house,

fungal gnats are emerging and the shadows stretch well

into the evening.

Bougainvilleas encamp, as the feral cats perform their ablutions

under street lights,

darting in front of passing headlights.

My wife places fistfuls of flowers on the hearth,

and I cut cantaloupe for an evening reprieve,

moored in tandem by this blissful retro grad e,

While we await the marigolds.

🌀

June 1 - 6

Nikon “Pikaichi” L35AD2

Portra 200, Portra 400

TCR Photo Imaging Center, Tempe