Ғrell∆ns fiҼlđ

Our breath

saws the grass,

bakes the earth

breaks the lover's promise,

the covenant between sea and sky.

It does not agree with your version of this flower,

but we salute it all the same. Listen: in

the nectar, there is an answer. Here

is a cup, please hold it while we tell you

the story of clover, of the partridge pea,

hawkweed. we hold our breath,

our hearts stop listening.

we have no hour,

no sister.