Like a Horsehair Paintbrush

the iris stood tall and straight
the blossom peaking
from the skin of leaves
still hidden mostly
behind green
its deep blue, dark blue
like a horsehair brush,
short bristles atop
the long stem, rising
as if out of the painter’s cup
the first of the stand of them
to present itself
awakening
in the May sun

May 20, 2008


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