will the Gymea lily
on its green sky-scraper stem
bloom its gargantuan bloom
will speckled wattle birds
alight on its crown balance
as it sways on their landing
gobble its insects drink its juice
will it fill the window
two stories above the ground
rock in the southerly
open its mighty bud
in a colossal jigsaw of flowers
will those vermillion
puce-crimson dreadlocks
eclipse cabbage palm banana
occupy the golden mean
(Notes from the) Tasmanian Poetry Festival
Blog — Currajah