Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Beauty

I stood over them,
a shattered knife,
my eyes
picnic tables
smoking
marbles.
I know how desire blooms.
The orchid
flames
without ever knowing
the boy
across the street
then shrinks like a child
in a box.
For me
beauty
comes
in meters.
Words
fall and crest
like waves,
riding to the shore
and lapping at my feet.