Queen Anne's Lace by June Jordan
Unseemly as a marvellous an astral renegade now luminous and startling (rakish) at the top of its thin/ordinary stem the flower overpowers and outstares me as I walk by thinking weeds and poison ivy, bush and fern or runaway grass: You (where are you, really?) never leave me to my boredom: numb as I might like to be. Repeatedly you do revive arouse alive a suffering.