Singularly absurd to the pin

Point stem taut –

Carefully funnelling their bee trinkets.


It is July:  the hollyhocks confront me in their erectness,

Staking out their long-legged territory

As obligatory Latinos.


The signal to oblique neighbour:

An upright gesture of

Blithesome intrigue –


Throats gulp sky and scale seed

In the hotbed they satisfy.

They astonish and terrify


Space and Time and florid vision.