
ASTER almost comes with the season built in. Asters are late-season flowers, so several poems naturally find themselves at that threshold where summer begins yielding to fall. Debbie’s guard walks through an aster bed at night; auntie jj brings one solitary bloom indoors beside soft sitar music; Lari gives the flower an amber snake for company. Other poets turn ASTER toward human comedy—Diana’s rejected bouquet ends up crushed, while Robo wears one in a dubious plaid lapel. It’s a good week for the seasonal challenge because nobody has to announce the season. The flower is already doing some of that work for them.