Flowers

Produce his name,
the one sh’ma proclaims,
upon your blossom lips

Call to thee the
honeybees and
Sing among the tulips
as you talk

His second oath of loyalty
hath blood in it
to seal the rooted rock
Disguised, the nested spider sets
his eyes
upon the shaded droplets
on your woody trunk

Within your petal walls, at rest
Invisible and undigested
apple business,
folded up and yet untested,
frets

This waiting fruit
attends its season
as requested, under reason
Food engendered by ascent
is nothing insignificant