Poetry

(after Anne Stevenson)

Quite indolent somewhat like purple orchids;
a rich fragrance
comes as they do a nice fruity scent spill;
they draw a glance
as they hang jointed, course and delicate,
like a romance
that comes with a sudden kind of whiff
changing to certainty from just an if.

[Reference: “Himalayan Balsam” by Anne Stevenson.]