Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

multiflowers knowing power,
tenderonnies tightly grow.
upon the sand, i sit and watch.
as little trees
that run around
their puffed out world
hairless, see them naught.
if a weed, the sea, i am.
and their beach is full of roses
lillies bloom there too.
the sun was hot, their faces
knew,
the color of each tightly woven, mask.