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