Thieves

We filch
happiness
from the seed
pods of touch-
me-nots,
the explosion
of their husks
as they curl
backward
to expose
the future,
the leap
forward
into dreaming
dust, into
waiting out
winter
with hopes
a speckled
horn
will blossom
and bees
will crawl
inside it
to blow
a coupled
music.

 

Todd Davis teaches environmental studies at Penn State University’s Altoona College. His fifth book of poems, Winterkill, will be published next year.