small purple nodules

whorled vine 

clusters of flowers 

these conversations 

bely some momentary 

state that comes over us 

and is gone 

bound with faded 

rubber bands and 

left to dry we save 

corsages and bouquets 

such keeping 

from one season 

to the next 

pride in the ribbon and pin 

silence in the lobed leaf

confusion in the late boneset

grief in yellow petals 

under beneath and through 

or none of these 

all this feeling just

reflections that 

caught the light

and bounced