In Perpetuum (High Country Wildflowers)   Lupines thrive here, each blossom streaked with hues of midnight and brimstone. Common fleabane rises up with knowledge enough to fuse rocky mountain soil, limpid mountain rain, air rife with summer and the sun’s own fire into golden-hubbed wheels with violet spokes. Nodding to the breeze, bluebells and sweetbrier electrify the bees, and I awake to a dream of dandelion and primrose, seas of paintbrush and globeflower and beargrass and wild onions and forget-me-nots, so untroubled by the fact of their smallness, enwrapped in the world’s work: refiguring the radix of life, resetting the spring.                                                     for my mother     © Michael Fleming Casper, Wyoming August 1997