In Jiving Chive Marjorie Orr’s poem “the first flower” is about the first bloom of a chive as she questions the bounty of getting here for “the softly flowing/amethyst and/lilac on the first/page goes/inward looking/for the unknown”. She talks about the mother whose tears never came in the poem, “when you cannot mourn” but now hear the “…..songs she knew on the/grand in Kennebunk/that day alone with the/black and white ivory/lost in the joy of what/no longer is. In the poem “the moon fogged” her words are “….coming…….in a spider web/as the day washes/ over me until/another moon/breaks into pieces…..”. In the poem “ unwelcome on Sioux land” she laments “he comes anyway/bringing corona out-/of-control to the/suffering tribe”. It’s easy to see who he really is. In the poem, “seamless in time” she talks about a number“on the steaming/keys bursting with/the flavor of this/moment in taste/of the bitter and/sweet on my fingers….”.