Off the path again,

twisting, turning, bending

I pick my way through greenery dense

With twisted vine, banana leaf, and palm

 

Iridescent flies of dragon and butter

Seek some illusive prize, so I follow

Then,  peeking through jungle bars

I startle at a thunder-clap of color

 

Here stands a  cluster of lobster claws

Baskets of lipstick with handles of emerald and cobalt

Bracts of steel closeting petite white blooms

Bearing nectar-rich treasure reserved for dainty wings

 

My heart claps in gratitude for this one

So bold and beautiful

Designed  as one more consummation

Of celestial purpose and grace