girls shift in circles on the grass
like stars of mountain laurel,
white umbrellas – white skirts
and pollen swallowed up by
bombshells in the sky –
fireworks melting into field,
bees stoking bitter honey
at the coast of the Black Sea.
little bridesmaids – wind chimes
in their fists, slivers of wood
hanging from strings. hollow spoons –
their limbs like narrow leaves. one
flower a gentle, freckled salve. another,
her sister, waving off the fading
traveler – his burning lips, his newly-
failing heart – his accidental hemorrhage.