Flicker

Made heavy by rain,
the heads of hydrangea
droop to the ground.

I do not come
looking for trouble—
Nor do I want to take away

your joy. Leaves
of the dogwood tipped
silver, leaves

of the ginkgo
spliced open
like fans—

At a certain hour,
one by one, each
evening almost

like a birthday:
street lamps
flicker on.

[LAG-other-response date=”06 10 2013″ url=”https://www.vianegativa.us/2013/05/birthday-of-desire/” title=”Via Negativa: Birthday of Desire”]