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