by Jeph Johnson
Rock candy fragrance in the dark and heavy soil
Nowhere is the blossom until your eyes are opened
To the tastes and the tints and the hues
Of the sword-shaped leaves
Cutting into purple veins
May spreading evergreen
Dwarfed rock garden fringe
Candy tuft, sandy soil
Plentification binge
Days spreading ever-white
Rapidly alpine
Round clustered
Ground flowers
It is almost time