for
Sandy
where
you see purple iris petals you should
read
solstice midnight; narcissus petals form
stars
come down to gaze close up at this
birch
table, white faces; rosemary needles would
tattoo
a single name on the heart muscle,
because
the mind too has made its house inside
that
vase, its poetics beyond what I write,
stems
magnified in glass conformed to water
Jack Hayes
© 2017
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