Late Blooms Honorable Mention: Reeves Keyworth

 

 

The world is ice cream, I know it.

But when I note this eucalyptus,

how it accepts the movement of the air

in the late and secular sunlight

as a black brush stroke

accepts what is jokingly called

negative space, then I'm struck

by the process that turns light

into cocksure greenness and

the enduring living labor of the tree.