Clover

On a brain-gray day, he lay on the hill-slanted solar array with a southern exposure, toes in the clover mixed in with what are these pentagrammatic sprays of pinnate leaves. No clover here has four leaves: to each one he says I have seen you before in the nuclear hazard symbol and then again (as again slants backward) before that, as nothing but clover when childhood was not yet over and everything was symbol therefore nothing was.