The Tangerine Flower
Saucer-large and beautiful,
It rested on the dirt path
Worn by years of deer-hooves
Through the Kiamichi Mountain woods,
Hundreds of tiny petals
Quivering as if in gentle breeze.
It would have looked at home
In Hawaii or the Amazon--
In Oklahoma it made us pause.
Who brought it here,
Where only deer and hikers walked?
A hopelessly lost Teleflorist man?
One more step for a closer look,
And the blossom exploded,
Petals flying away in pairs
As hundreds of small, bright butterflies
In panic rose and left behind
The pile of dung on which they fed.