haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

Flower  is not damaged, flower co-exists with light. Flower retracts 
from too much light, its sense of being sings. Relocates breath. 
A tiny symphony. True music need not be repaired. Petals observe 
the protocol, hold to pattern during wind. Take rain, absorb each light. 
Flower repeats anther flower. Is identity a fact? Relinquishing the brush 
away from an identity. Another form, a flower.

Yellow in the yard, a finch light near the eaves, and lawn

Sheila E. Murphy