Who can bear

 a molten yoke? (I've always been fascinated by yoke and yolk).

Who knows which hue will persist.

 Or which flower?

Not at all like today

but could be tomorrow.  Boils down to the inevitable.  

 

Every flower, every landscape has a sly eye

and a tinge of red.  You probably were never taught this at school.  Staggering what we weren't taught in any class. Staggering, what life teaches us.  

Evening sees itself as a 6-petal flower.

 When you look into night's mirror, how many petals do you have?

Masks are everywhere

 even the petite one in the center of a maelstrom.  

Sometimes, the title is all there is to be said.

 

The best meals always include

fruit & flowers!  May your day be abundant and brightly-hued with edible flowers.  

 

Sometimes what you see is so darn queer

 For instance, olives pointing to the center of a flower.  Could this be dream-logic?  

When the tiny one's shadow

is more massive than its body, would do you call?
 

Memories can come as the unexpected

 spill of candy corn when it's months before Halloween.  There's a message here -- all these petite capital "As."   

Ann Biderman RIP 7/2/2022