Elementary Things Always Remain to Be Said

The agave’s emergent peduncle waves

Clusters of inflorescence hairy knots of yellow

Too soon one sees color decompose one 
Sees the petals twist as the plant unflowers 
Discarding curiosity in flecks of burnt light

No voice perhaps no desire dissolves quite

So beautifully riffling down such ramifications

One turns one’s back to their final silence

Everything wants to but just can’t manage

To remain sad or unbearable or not alone

The slim lists yellowed now and curling

Around refrigerator magnets the tiny soda

Bottle the plastic mustard hotdog the photo

One took of the girls when they were little