expert analysis

the sound the
sound shimmering vehicles past our garden

(there’s always a street outside)
in mourning I sit for once and
blink in the sun in silence a bee

in a cup a salvia flower cosmically
comically emulates my
micro world itself orders of magnitude

grosser than my tiny houses among incalculable houses
their wheels among wheels well their urgent
electron buzz bursts click their molecules through

iterations the grand vapour of life
from possible to impossibly-now-it-is-gone
at the bottom of the garden

cotoneasters aflame in degraded bush
like my burning thoughts