“In this womb, our word, as if harvested”
His standing, then, not standing,
blushing because or (as), some could not talk
about the circumstance without a sense of shame,
although this was a debate over only flowers,
there was the heavy feeling that something universal was at risk.
To exchange a name for, say, what met vision
was beyond us, always we knew
beyond ability or inability, simply feared
and who could this be understood by anyway,
on the off-chance that there might be other people in the world
who were too, having a great difficulty discussing only flowers?