Brenda Iijima

Water spurts incredibly Clear up under simple feel And that is how We drank water A loon fled Into water Because a raven Could not dive Or swim. Only spinning is a star Dizziness       simple Ceremony appeasing weather With you sky, with for you sky Between A feeling a sky Heartfelt redolent in June Roses fume. May day Perpetual field of velvet horizon At a slant is the unicorn’s mane Realization from seed to flower We made contact chalices Filled, a sticky sweet Rim Oenone in layers tissue white Garb blooming staunchly Against salt caking waves Tosses the self Secret she has into the sea A volume into silence Liquid shadow engulfing liquid Ruin. Dumbess as condition Obsolete In generalization Sea flowers join Her hair. A music hummed In the mind otherwise mute In sedge hats we walk along pulling Iris and water oats for our vases Lysistrata’s cool Logical edge Lance leaved Golden Rod Linear leaves Untoothed edges Note the fringed beards And the relatively short Spurs on this deep yellow Orange species. Spur Shorter than that deeply Fringed lip. Sepals rounded And curved inward. Thickets Boys

Prostrating before the golden figure Against disinclination…later in the day… All that remains…the extremely brittle foliage… Abated, the thunder…our golden figure… Her ugly hair held back by a pin…frenzied Rushed down the forested hill that isolates sun Highly explosive, flickering, foiling of your heightening hushed Nick in the blue thing Along negligence Chagrin Of the maidens Bleeds Shackled as sharp complication Being as it were Absorbed into Myth Whiten, whitening Or white on white display That play That combusted On stage Romulus & Remus The Janus figure From Zaire (curtain)