"Valedictory to Late Spring Flowers" by Peggy Dobreer
Valedictory to Late Spring Flowers
Fire rains
over meadows of wildflowers;
populations of poppies and cosmos,
eucalyptus, pine, and Douglas fir.
A summer of incineration
stoked by hate and hoarders.
Only first responders remain methodical,
mesmerized by duty.
The rest of us
keep wearing our masks, shaking our heads
at the failures of D.C. equilibrium.
Hail the particularity of unprecedented precedence.
We are over-ruled, over-run, and over-shouted for the next win.
Let the leveling burn all forest against change.
What if all the Peonies crapped on the Dahlias,
all Tulips closed over Columbine, and
all of the Buttercups beat up on the Yarrow?
What if Lavender enslaved Fuchsia, Hydrangea imprisoned Iris,
Salvia raped Penstemons, Nasturtium murdered Lilac?
And please don’t bother mentioning the Paint Brush, Morning Glory,
Leopard Lily, Blazing Star.
What if they all just pulled up root and took to the streets like refugees?
Photo Credit: Staff