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the iris

the iris flowered today and i am not speaking to you.
its purple so deep almost black, and that
is the colour your heart turned, too.
i miss you.

when you gave it to me
you said:
be careful.

but i let weeds grow in its pot;
becoming a miniature, tangled jungle
bright with roaring dandelions.
i ignored you both.

when i weeded it a month ago
i was sure it was dead;
its leaves pallid and feeble,
i tugged at them
with clumsy heavy gloves.

but there it is, flowering anyway
for the first time in years,
an ominous beauty.

i want to tell you about it badly,
but pain holds back my hand
from reaching out to you
overgrown as you are
with dark anger.