Yellow with green, a centered vase
On the worn warm table before me.
Here in flesh but without a face,
I seek not seen nor do I see.
Round them circle and curl the cat
Flowers flair and timely fade,
I come not from this land or that.
As we watch and wait among the made.
Bloom away, you defiant one.
But give to me the face I would--
Not to curl and circle, stray but run
Till I can see as I could.
