I have a task
to do today—
one of significance
because it brings to a close
a volume of pointed work
done earlier.
It’s not laborious
nor does it require
inordinate time.
The fire I’ve
built this morning
is a fluffed-forward plume
of orange-red tulip blossom
to the thousandth, a fierce,
grasping distraction
in sum with my
other fussing before
I face my work.
Why this circling of Jericho?
Why this dalliance?
Is it foreplay?

–Allan Cox