Two Plants

After two months two plants 

Good enough to eat, chopped 

To a fine pulp, and mixed 

With brownies, baked.  We rode 

Bikes to La Luna—so 

Many enraptured, the 

Subtle enchantments.  As 

We glide away soft warm

Rain trickles down bare arms.

Under an oak tree, off 

Belmont, dark quiet, pink 

Street light florescence on 

Wet pavement, wild yellow 

Daisies.  We kept riding,

Stopped near Taylor to sit

In the glare, rare Oregon

Lightning, thunder.  Hum our

Bodies do from within.  

A moment months to make.