Poetry by William F. Buford

Pink heat (6/4/2006)

Crab tree! Purpurea blazing out in cool pink fire!
Bliss like this doesn’t get us anywhere
except to flower branches in spring
to snap last winter’s dragon cruelties.

Don’t blame it on the Ice Ages
they left town a long time ago.

Come see inside the eye, look how
Whammo! Crab pink
morning glistens, lightning blasts in a
bottle in a pinch we’ll splatter it clear out
from dawn to sunset over at the western end.

Go ahead be splendid.
Glitter, rejoice, and be cool.

Hot morning light, they say
reaches to the deep inside you
go glowing
pure crab tree pink explosion!