Apple Pie Sweet

NovPAD Day 2 (a sweet poem)

a clover flower
         powders its nose
    with spring’s pollen dance

 and in the centre?
all its detritus
    deposited in a brown star

   what flings out
are tiny lillies
           perfect as arum
     if you look
     if you look

that’s what she told me 
the day I made apple pies for my son

love begins in the centre
                  humble & immoderate

and in the field
    where time is measured in breaths
   a million such flowers
       are nodding

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