Dusk 

You wouldn’t think it would fit

But last night I watched a lady’s slipper 

Swallow the sun at dusk.

The last of the light was darting around 

Chasing shadows

Warming wings

And this pink flower just gobbled it up.

The place went dim

Except for what shone through the veiny petaled womb

Like a flashlight inside a mouth.

The lights pulse slowed and came to rest in the blossoms belly

Together a heaving heart 

And flickered out there as gladly as it had been born.