newspaper flower

the
flower unfolding like a newspaper
in a verdant field of grass

cuts
like benign glass, the surface of
a springtime reservoir

you
dip your toe in and slice like a knife
cellophane wrap ripples

until
it stops and you almost don’t notice
as on a subway you routinely ride

it inspires yawns like the morning sky stretching
over that flower, that pool, your body.