"The Catalpa's White Week . . ."
(With apologies again to John Ciardi)

That tree's a nuisance, really. Long before
the summer's out, its beans, long as a stick,
will start to shed. And every year one limb
cracks without falling off and hangs there dead.

its one white pass . . .
all else, the world remembering what it was
in the seven days of its visible miracle.
What should I keep if averages were all?