time moves in mollusks & berries

how the flower must scent then die
the pistil & cocked legs of honeybees
bring new life burgeoning into fruit
to pick from the bush. gem of sifted rock
in the shell, jewel forms round it.
dirt @ the center. how glowy i'll be

st. in cicero. left behind n luvin it.
othewise, opened, 1/2 shelled, slurped
burped, inert. i'll spend the rest
of my life looking round the next corner
for the thing i'll string into being.

it will elude me, higgs & boson unmisted
in the world series of physics. let there be
choleric plus plussing. no more
virus ghettos.