.
a constellation of
black-eyed susans
framed in the screen
of our porch door—
each dark eye dead center
in gold fringe petal collar
looks to have burst from its core
an instant before
each stem-end
poised still as a snapshot
until a nudge, a breeze,
ripples through mobs of livid phlox
in colors (love and lust)
and day lily sprays
salmon to lemon to white—
an ignition of every seen thing in
splintered sun-blaze
shot by sun god
into this cool clean garden
as she hauls her blistering
load of heat and light
from sunup to moon
tonight
Jim Culleny; 8/2/09
Blink 