are you ever struck by beauty head on?
a sharp break in, an almost “you’re joking”
those moments, these petals
tug at your sleeve
see how the colors overtake
the questions your hurried mind keeps in stock?
your attention, please
let the minutes you were tracking fade sweetly
into melodies of leaves in northwestern breezes
her beauty billows above her
like a pillar of fire
but you grow grumpy in your self-constructed desert
do you not smell the smoke?
do you deserve pity for selective sight?