on tiptoe
we approach the pond
where we do not
disturb the wood duck
who is not there
*
blue violets in the path—
one more reason
to wish for wings
*
the twin leaf flower
lives only a day—
I try to not
regret all the beauty
I will never see
*
on tiptoe
we approach the next pond
where we do not
disturb the wood duck
who is not there
*
pulling away dead leaves
we find the ginger flower—
under what is said
the ever blossoming
what is
*
trillium, trillium,
violet, don’t step there
trillium, trillium
blood root, spring beauty,
may apple, trillium, trillium
*
oh fuck it
a woman has got to step
somewhere
*
who let that voice
into this poem?
trillium, trillium, violet
*
on tiptoe between violets
we approach the next pond
where we disturb
the wood duck
still the pleasure of tiptoe
This is very clever, that not not not that blossoms so beautifully into an is. I love the images here, and the way it develops toward that voice and the appearance of the wood duck. It’s a keeper, and I think would be a great reader too:)