Revisionist Poetry – “Petite Divas” – Ready for my close-up, Mr. Deville, v.2

In the lens they rehearse: tiny white divas
framed in halogen and shallow focus.
Leaves fall to black; bokeh eats the background.
Each petal takes its cue, a practiced tilt,
each stamen a pin-light on a tiny stage.
They lean toward the aperture and hold —
silk that almost asks to be touched.
Up close, veins become cartography,
pollen like dropped sequins on velvet.
The frame narrows; the world steps back.
For an instant the director is a ghost
behind the viewfinder, and we—captives—
watch a small constellation perform.