Posy

A posy and the world is hers
adored and awash in adulation
she loves me
she loves me not
pressing blanches vibrancy
and constancy
and consolation.

To pick a flower
to take a trophy
to posses,
to have and to hold
to a dry a flower
to keep a petal
come masochism
myopia
or mold.

The mystery
in a magnolia
is perhaps within a line
linearity
listen to me
the distance from A to B
when Georgia’s
on my mind.

Behind Bars

encrusted in ice
yearning and hysteresis
Spring’s glacial approach

Slow Burn

Criticality

Complexity
in a sheer, shimmering
shift
in the adaptive cycle
forewarns the chimera
the chaos,
the stochastic event.
When looking backwards
is falling
forward momentum-
inertia
driving
to a pause
between axis
in the curves
behind thresholds
of attraction.

The marble rolls
on a ridge
precariously
in a state of criticality
awaiting forces
to influence
gravitational pull
to a basin of attraction
a well
a deep well
fallen in
fallen through
once before

expand and contract
the dialectic at work
vernal lovemaking