you want the bud

to blossom and bloom

in your hands

unfurl each petal

as it opens

one upon another

in its glory

before your eyes

of will and volition

apart from what 

nurtured it into

its final form

as an object 

of beauty possessed

of its presence

complete in its immediacy

alive and iridescent in

the moment accorded it

and the oriole

poised in orange

radiance then gone

David Sermersheim