Short List of Transient Luminous Events

Where the cannula eased out of the vein,
         an oxblood bloom against pale skin. 

As above, so below; and so between. 
         In the garden, everything seems poised 

to ripen; but that means there is still 
         also waiting. If you walk around a tree 

whose foliage is so thick all its lower arms 
         are bending, you just might find 

a hidden opening. And yes there is war, there has 
         always been war; it is impossible to turn 

away. Yet amid the unpruned rosemary, new shoots 
         of pine and even elm. This is just the earth's

habit: not invasion but proliferation. A plume of heat
         and its tendrils shooting up above the atmosphere.