Invitation Poem by Denis Mair

for Ralph La Charity)

the thousand-petalled bract invites you to its spin cycle...

the stream bed's tug hints at giddier declivities to come...

the rose may be distantly related to the flytrap...

pointers to the vortex appear by the wayside...

to loosen your tongue...put a trip in your step...

en route to the rounding of ends with beginnings...

no turning away from the festivity...

its electric branch-tips have sprung up inside you...

on a mission to gather what you will gather.