It bloomed today without you.
against a sterile deadwood sky.
white wild blooms delivered
from its ovaries bursting
blossoms gummy
pink enough to pop a
bubble on your face.
scattered screaming
streaming sweetheart
salutations
no one heard.
late this afternoon.
in the field behind the
kitchen window. All
roots and sap and veins
and mardi gras buds of
bobble fuz springing
from a rearview
mirror bloomed today
quite zealously without you.

14 feb 01 m madison