a scarlet camellia blossom on a stone,
passing from one form of beauty to the next form—
in this third spring of friendship a turnip cake
split into portions with chopsticks in the tea house—
overlooking the lotus-strewn pond this golden
blossom that isn’t mentioned in the guidebook—
60 Aprils: blue blue iris confusa;
another’s regard: a flower you can’t name—
Jack Hayes
© 2016
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