The morning hue thickens to overcast, &
desperate ants chaw the jasmine vine.
Ah how the desert hums, how it sucks damp
chemistry from air. To chasten a possum
involves a dumb whistling. Find my first
blossom with bold names in it. The sun aims
low like a sniper. Blessing counting blessing,
between shots I hone the weeder to wire.
Teacher, I am an outcast icon, dangling loose
upon my flail, & the standins for anything
less mortal have finally surrendered. What
is this gardening, this unkempt row, scorched &
excommunicating the thistle seed? We twitch to
the Hootchie Cootchie. Taxonomy was once a clone.
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| Zephyranthes candida, aka azucenita del río, Fairy Lily, White Rain Lily |
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