Near the lazy rock and its green sky
A jungle flower would bloom whitely
Like whirring wheel of a firecracker,
A toothed wheel of tiny locomotion.
A breeze stirred its shape into many,
On false feet of anthers , disheveled
Hair of dancing to a morning breeze.
Near its heart is a dash of soft orange
Set in a white crystal of perfect view,
And contrapuntal note by brown bee
Hovering in its hesitant landing away
From prying camera for macro views.
A rock rose grandly in a summer sky
Looking down on single jungle flower
A bee landed briefly on bee outlines,
Many shapes vaguely embracing bee.
Momentary poems 