Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

I Missed You, Hibiscus

Limp lay
on the mulch
while I on the grass
absorb dew
on my back
Intense sun
strikes your green still
my pale skin
in perfect clime

Wind tussles
with leaves fighting
from stems
cling to tender branches
on high
My eyes dry
worry
I could have missed you

Each tender bud
melts near dutiful mother
I lay beside
to collect
caress each
within reach
Thumb to forefinger
roll

         and wonder
Could I preserve
your essence?
if not with my eyes
an aroma?
But, you lack
as I
Quiet
the tender leaves
of our mother curl
inward.


9.25.20