Another ode to offering

I don’t know if I can call them ants,
the insects that prowl on petal
and who at touch of finger
or eye (I sometimes believe)
creep into stem and colour;
there was a time
of brush and wash
and guiltless placement
on dashboard
pujemi buddhang kusumena nena
but in these perishing times
I’ve moved afar
from insect scrutiny
and rinse
and from that meditation
to this:
paanaathipatha veramani sikkha padang samaadiyaami.

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