This morning trumpet
    blasts its brassy two tone
chartreuse and Merlot
    splashed lips in my face.

She’s a root-bound strumpe
    in a bottle-blue vase
swaying in accompaniment
    to a balmy breeze.

Brazilian by birth,
    beguiling by nature,
butterfly amaryllis by name,
    her wanton wiles matchless

in this world.

Roger Camp

Roger Camp lives in Seal Beach, CA where he muses over his orchids, walks the pier, plays blues piano and spends afternoons with a charm of hummingbirds under an Angel's Trumpet reading. When he's not at home, he's photographing in the Old World. His work has appeared in Pank, Rust+Moth, Gulf Coast, Southern Poetry Review and Nimrod.