Auntie

she had just had her hair done

            pale blossom on a thin stem

when they sat her in a chair

            leaves curled up like roman scrolls

went out to fettle her lunch

            the air in her room, quite cool

she insisted, no, no lunch

            flowers drinking up water

and closing here eyes for sleep

            the coolness perpetrated,

settled into her small chair

with petals nodding from heads

taking penultimate breath

            and summer blew tranquil at last.