Lust begets a feverish mind
switching from this to that to this
configuring beauty with blossom
or the lack thereof.
Quick, knock out those lethal specks
on the zucchini flowers
buds collapsing on themselves,
like delicate yellow laundry
wrung by invisible hands.
Pull the lettuce forming a stalk
crack it open and it bleeds a bitter milk
a bitter lie to the tongue.
Quick, dig up the small rose aside
the blind peony
caress every unearthed root.
Switch her for the corner rose
that sends out a ray
when the solstice turns.
Defy the image in your mind--a banquet
Come to terms with how it is
Just like everything else--
a thing trying to get by.
Acknowledge the need for ripeness and bloom
grace from the god
who delegates 1000 angels to one body
who at any one moment can exalt himself
above the banal
but chooses not to
most of the time.