Nasturtium (September)

They are unrepressed, irrepressible, burst from soft wrinkled pods, smallest lime geysers space uncontains. They are crazy for life, curling, dividing in explosive hours, even their straggles venture into unknowns. They twist into air, who are we to say in agony, twist in ecstasy we project in our efforts at correctness. They in profusion twirl, burst creative bounds of green into orange, foolhardy supernova orange. They leaf and flower in September elements, spiral into unguessed geometry. They spout and nod, flaming upwards. It matters when energy is instant, instantaneous, instantaneously. Time is short. There’s a lot of ground to cover.