Flower Delivery & For a Miracle, poems by Karen Knight

I'd like to spend my life
guarding flowers
in places where artists,
having abandoned their still lives,
paint the buttery light
all over their canvases -

where dozens of Courageous
rosebuds stem from the earth
their petals flushed
anticipating full bloom
miles from any florist.

I'm waiting
for the eurythmic sun
to give its light
to the seasonal mad;

for dancing bees
to pollinate
the Tarantino flowers
red;

for a baby lyre-bird
to mimic
mother-tunes
for me;

while I rap-gargle
my Largactil;

I wait
for someone
to tango me
out of here.