Iris bed
Monday, April 16th, 2007
Irregular bent and dry
a pale corolla of
leaves and stems,
fold one into another.
White beaks wove it
with the urgency of Spring,
the Coot pair bob
through water weeds,
reeds and Ladies Smock.
She a black incubating eye
crowning her bed,
sat central on the pond.
Hot afternoons
her four white eggs
are given over to
the sun for nurturing .
The nest
a lidless vacant stare
without the iris of
her pineal presence.
