Love’s Picnic

(revised once in the afternoon)

This is the form:

A flower is a flower only in the presence of flowers.

(not that this can always be;

like the failure to survive an experience of not having been

as a form of union.)

that the flower is noticed at all,

in the clearing set here,

of this dependence,

like the carbon

that got into my life,

without here and there words

from no here and there place.

Love’s picnic.