In the longer days

She pollens her nose     pulls on her foxgloves     taps her foot     Waters the sweet petunias      In concentrated sunlight pats her belly     Her teeth are royal     She crosses the arched bridge     She learns lupine     speaks poppy     She reads standing water     Her lady slippers stay at home      Violets fall from her lids and cling      She is taproot and nodule      She is insignificant bruise      She turns dandelion      turns harebell     hawkweed     Multiculture of the weedy lawn      Its fresh green teeth