LESSONS FROM THE HIBISCUS

                                         ~ by Art Noble, 6/29/93



          At dawn,

I note a loosening

of dew wrapped petals:

by mid-morn

my blossom unfolds.

I peer at the shrub,

the bumps

where buds will be,

pink

peeking through emerald

for opening tomorrow,

or the day after.



          The marvelous blossoms,

including mine,

and the dead ones

from yesterday.

Which of these

is perfect now?

When open,

each lives only today

as my today

will be dead tomorrow,

as my now

becomes my then.                



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