CAPSICUM FRUTESCENS

Odd little breeze twists the air just so
A spiral of leaves & wings
I am singing a name again
Whirling in my thoughts
Lifting my breath
The dancing begins again

Tiny green bee
Pockets loaded fat with yellow grains
Bititei pilnas biksites
Servicing many white five-pointed flowers

I've seen the cardinal snap down the fruit that follows
Unflinchingly                                                 even though
It fuels the weapon cylinder
I clench so foolishly in my fist
         fearing the vulnerability of the running night

Shooting stars falling into the dark green sea below
Bright berry swelling with
Burning juice
Like the burn of blood racing through a heart
Too dumb to stop beating
 
 

10/19/2001
Ingrid Karklins