The Reason for Irises

The Reason for Irises

I would rather not go back to the stained
It is more agreeable if pass and left.

At the market yesterday I saw Mark
suddenly thin, his pants too loose.
Today Dan’s widow dress
hung from a spur or thorns
the gallery silent.

Each darkening sooner than the last
these autumn days goad me back
But this time
I want it to be with water
that sounds the aria of falling
its spilling back.

I would like it to be a clear day
when t-shirts cover and expose us
leaving only tattooed peonies.

The air should move and bring us it
the smell of him and of the loft
I insist on food because wasting was his
last condition.

I do not forget the mouth
and would have the thick touch
of his
and lay down beside the stream
and let its gestures glide
against his hand

He would have isises, too.

Janutary, 2002


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