that which there is no greater
– “Flying Cowboys”
A yellow pincushion dances outside
my macro lens, unsteady gusts
I can’t follow closely, can’t keep up
on my knees. But I know what I want
and hope for something better
than what I see, let the aperture
find bokeh and focus for a fraction
of a second saved for another time
when I need to escape the news—
lose myself, and be this flower
wild and hearty in sandy ground
that grows poor feed for cattle.
Low downcanyon, all shades
of gray after-rain clouds, convoys
of cumulus trailing the storm from west
to east wanting to be thunderheads
as far as I can see of infinity
from the pasture, this close up.
for Jessica
~
Yellow Pincushion Chaenactis glabriuscula
1-2″ diameter
1-3′ height
March 14, 2016
drycrikjournal 
Living in the vicinity of the Windy City, I know the feeling of waiting, waiting, waiting for that dancing flower or plant to stop, just for the briefest moment, so I can try to immortalize it. 🙂 Glad you caught this one.
janet
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Still not quite what I wanted, but I’m learning.
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I have pink pincushions and blue pincushions yet I’ve never seen yellow. I know well that dance with wind, flower and lens. Your poem captured it.
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So glad! The yellow are endemic to California.
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Thanks, Dad. Comforting to know you get it. Love how you captured the experience of trying to capture an experience.
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All trying…
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great words and photo – I can relate
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