The Life Cycle of Flowers
Here, clove of night
and woman and woman and woman and many small seeds
within them: fig and fennel, seed of this continent,
seed of wind, seed of sorrow, seed of grey matter, seed of daughter
The walk across the river, the sweet arrival,
the wren’s call from within the depths of slender trees.
Here, it took everything,
every precious metal, every childhood story,
every cashew stripped of its shell—
woman and woman and woman arriving bare
(seed of silence).