gaywings

slumming it in the leaf duff still looks fabulous

new hepatica leaves

fine hairs stirring from the photographer’s breath

two missing petals but still an immaculate shadow

I jangle the loose change in my pocket

take aim at the overcast sky

the two goldenrod stalks topple together

the buzzing gets louder every time the wind blows

acts like it doesn’t even know the shadowy leaves

springing through an old fern leaf art deco stamens

each avoiding the others’ hot, foul breath

a strand of silk joins their hairy stems

an eyeful of ratty leaves when I bend down to sniff