Flash
Our thrasher flaps in the birdbath
The yellow puff of a flower soaks up
My eye squints through the lens of my glasses
As it comes to me from the car window
Angled blinding me unbelieving it to be the
Infinitesimal glint from the surface of
Our Sun
How could it be these red seeds
Surface deeper than any unconscious primal
Understanding of the blaze nourishing the buzzing
Insect in our garden seeds millions of degrees
Hot
Keep this bee in nectar
Keep us
Guarding our eyes from the quick flash
Of seeds that will turn our planet speck to ash
-Jack 4/21/10
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