​Floral Arrangement for a New Species
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Recently arrived in the mix
Of things, like a memory
    Pushing itself through 
       All others, as if unrelated
           Only to hear its welcome
               By little hands in a white garden
                   Clapping like petals

Although they are still.
It is now in the braid of things,
    In with the one voice
        Of the world’s youngest soprano
            On the television in the room
                 Behind me, through the screen door
                     Of the deck where I am surrounded

By floating cottonwood fluff
That sticks to my hair, the back
    Of my neck in the late spring
        With the mountain thunder
             Like applause from a wedding
                 Where everyone is
                      A spouse, bride and bridegroom,

Guest and owner,
The unrecognized plot
    In showers of puff-seed
        A fresh shape come
            From its ethereum, blossom
                Of white lilac, enough to fill
                     The hand’s cup like a small breast.