Flowers of Apotheosis
Even in the salt sea, plants come to bloom,
the grey-blue waters give forth strands of green,
and though those persons may not meet their doom
by drowning, the favor of Flora’s seen
in the plants which grow strong in summer’s light.
The Maiden of Deception Pass would preen
after she went beneath the waves at bight
of Rosario on Fidalgo’s shore
to alleviate her people’s sore plight.
But Flora was not only in times yore
a shaper of bodies fallen and dead,
she was a hairdresser on ocean’s floor
for Kwekwálelwet, she brushed her sweet head
as she sighed watery breath–on the main
her breath was spray that in the sunlight spread,
and her hair became green, a verdant mane
trailing and traipsing throughout the waters,
teeming with life to ease the people’s strain–
from seagulls and mussels to sea otters–
and gave solace to fathers for daughters.