thank you poem

i had over-prepared the event
white foam flower, red flame flower
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
they ask me where i've been
green afternoon serene and bright
world that changes under my hand
one by one, like leaves from a tree
see, from this counterfeit of him
when i returned at sunset
happiness
the agony of having too much power
glooms of the live-oaks
rising moon has hid the stars
my mother taught me that every night