Four flowers bloom
Lifting high on slender stalks
Rooted to a burnt dragon’s egg
Soon cooled in a silver sea
Those flowers
Silken and strong
Lift laughter and gladness
Burst into silent song
No less strong
For being unsung
Return to earth
Creaking, groaning, hurting home
Under the strong blooms
Slowing the fall
From disaster to triumph
Men in masks
Worn as casually as pants
Welcome home
Our latest returning
Single combat warriors
Roots of this celestial plant
Flow wide and deep
To Kennedy and Khrushchev
Bloomed first in coldness
Harvested by military
Bloom now in over-heated earth
A tesla harvest
Garden breaths
Gentle, grateful
Watching that dragon seed
Birth space dads