The Lote Tree

And still there is more
Saintpaulia
how tiny you are
the smallest
flower or you are
a dangerous mind
boggling dragon to
pursue us dragging
mysterious around
the dusty old cosmos
how your petals
sparkle and those too
are small and creep
into the outraged eye
like criminals
bright dainty sparkles
the sun comes up
glistening now
in the window
which is also
dangerously small
particularly thin
between the wind
that might have
touched the fragrant
Bouillon of stars
and the air inside
of this cozy container.
How many stars
would it take
to put out
your nuptial glitter?
In comparison
how trite
to see you there
and wonder.