Might Could
What flowers do so well we struggle to: with stamen, pistil, petal— white-ruffled, yellow, wilder— with style and stigma, anther, answer new to new to new. Mostly they do require, as we do, aid: with ant or moth or wind or butterfly, in place, they orchestrate the shift, the yellow freight of pollen to and fro, out of and into. Using what they’ve made, in shape and shade alive as cloud, they draw to them what-all of earth and sky they need to fruit, to seed, kin to kin. We gather ourselves, again.
From Might Could, Waywiser Books, 2026. First published in Southwest Review, Volume 108.2





