morning glories, i can’t just pass them
i have to stop and stare and touch them
make sure i’m not seeing things
blazing into this blue cloudy september morning
the way morning glory flowers radiate some kind of electric energy
i stop walking and reach out to their downy petals
touch their baby blues and dark purples fading into white hot centers
touch them just to make sure they’re not miniature supernovas
exploding from a dark green vine
swirling around a telephone pole
heat flow 