Wednesday, May 15, 2013

At Present

The small flowering dogwood raining
its petals—perfumed
white confetti 

falling noiseless and lightly 
topping the tall turquoise-
shaded lawn and so

and so on—a mild panoply of 
blank spangles turning
in simple wind 

in patterned angles—covers all 
I've ever meant to say 
about Wednesday.