Flowers for the Ear

--Blanca Varela (trans. by Carlos Lara)

flowers everywhere

                and just now I found them by listening

flowers for the ear

slow silent hastened

flowers

for the ear

walking toward the street

being jackhammered apart

I felt the horror of spring

of many flowers

                blooming in the air

and closing

with many echoes

                curly black petals

trailing

                to the edge of the seashore

                newly opened

I know that one of these days

                I will end in the mouth of some flower