10-1/4" square
Ink drawing printed over watercolor |
Orchid Pollination VBut what of pollen in neglected stores; That waits unused until it rots with age. What if, in spite of beauty, fraud, and force, All winged transport is indefinitely delayed. They may be grounded or the system’s down, A cold snap, teamster strike, insecticide, Or, more likely, my rootless half has found A prettier garden, more diversified. This wallflower, having for a million years Into a happy co-dependence grown Must stifle ethics if it volunteers An inside trade, and, just this once, it clones. So here I stand; I’m poised upon the brink, My life almost extinguished. My line — extinct? |