stage stalks

Stage stalks flower in inside sunshine
but, when the play is over, petal
onto petal falls and folds
in soft relief, they
moulder among febrile weeds.

My time’s bulbs
undergrow the script
they’re desperate to ascend through
though plants plan, by nature,
conquest of limited space.

Returning to the stage I stare
into floods and spots
and naively forecast
that showers tomorrow
will clear the atmosphere.