the prevarication of flowers

1

no bigger than a dozen beer mats
i was seven
the soil

trying to seduce cromwell
a year to see the flowers grow
with scent    absent scent

now i feel the enticement
had he gloried the moment
i’ve have been court

2

standing into my space
close scent of delicious shape
maddening crowd of prevarication

the unbroken dance
had it ever been
i’d have been court

3

the prevarication of flowers
poetry & beer delivered
brutalist concrete