when we encounter beauty our reaction is to dissect.
a delicate flower, taken home for examination under the microscope
becomes pixelated, withers and fades - unable to radiate wonder.
we study only one source of beauty, ignore the others
parallel narratives or counterintuitive paradoxes,
the man crouched beside the grassy mound,
crisp suit crinkling as he knelt.
nearly four years of grief, past,
present, into future,
twinkled across the bike
strewn near his shined shoe.
head rested on knee,
crumpling the starched suit.
he sweat under an unforgiving sun.