Nasturtium

© Beth Roberts

All for the fingers: the part like money, the part for eating. Lowdown and flattened to lawn for the profile, I figure the leaves too round to nipple like poplar and less like change than eucalyptus (sold cold to the winter nuptial). Opened the hot-colored flower--eye or mouth in turns--looks askant, aware, ability on fire, a beauty so briefly delinquent. Flexing blossom, acquiescent root, moving cursive in the dirt. Edible scrawled there, from the sprawling mouth to the flower.