Coreopsis on My Mind

The world is in tatters

Our human condition frayed

It’s not yet summertime 

And the garden party is well underway

Right now the coreopsis 

Is on my mind with

It’s Dionysian dancing

To the rhythm of the wind

And melody of the sun

But you know how it goes

Always the same old pollination story

The insects must do all the work

While the flowers get all the glory

And Nature remains profligate 

A hopeless spendthrift 

Especially when it comes 

To matters of life and death