A Literalist

A
the root and mirror
of a plant
its shape
and power familiar
iris

the light is disturbed by
the boxwood leaves
shining
rosemary
green, unblossoming
(the earth is too damp)

the eye catches
almost a tune

the moth in the piano
wherein
unhammered
the air rings with

an earlier un
ease of the senses
disturbed ( by Mrs. Arpan,
wife of a sailor
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