To the Sky From the Bluffs... a poem

Blue petaled flower

named for a brown eyed woman

have you no use

sitting upon the hill?

You fill the spaces

we don’t see

mingle with sea blush

and look to your neighbors

Perhaps the bees will visit you

as I step over top

brushing against

your whorled bodies

reaching up through

the camas

to the sky

singing in the rocky bluffs

of the forest

Image from Evergreen State College.