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.