Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Bouquet Poetics Octet

                        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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