Caroline, painting angels on apples,
was capable of the greatest sadnesses.
She attempted masterpieces
on sun-toughened skins for hours.
Frustrated, she began painting devils
in broad brushstrokes on daisy petals.
Brimstone flush on the simple
whites, the devils crept easily to the pistils,
whispering to Caroline in the garden, Hail,
infernal world! Hail, horrors! Soon, minions
on onion skins, lesser demons
in the pumpkin patch, and Christ on
a tomato, staked against the sun.
Now God hides in the willow trees
across the yard, kneeling to a slight breeze.