The Sum of These Parts
For Ellen Koteen
Trinity of petals:
cream laced with butter,
silk smoothed by light,
each as if it was a baby’s eyelid resting.
But still they survive downpours,
and still they fight pesticide’s kisses,
and still they taste noon’s fire
to stand beyond reason and science and chance:
one diminutive god
at the edge
of a field.