Borges in godenleafed light of the noon
and cast glazed by lightning of near branches
carrying their root in trunks and branches
stands against the stucco wall, rhizome
a torch with a force wielding energy
bearing distended leaves and petalsized
blooming with flowers drawn from the challice
toward light and againts its destruction
alive against the gravity of time
that easily what lives between the breath
has come across as thoughtful and whether
judgements over passion come to something.
Let shine over the rooftop a brine tine
the miniature work of a new painting
and corkscrew to unbottle the sunrise
