Muriel Nelson
Fireweed

      Flowers are immortal
         - Osip Mandelstam


A spark anywhere
when
(match-sized      star-sized      god-sized)
eye sized it up
(close) in a glass
in a long stare
in a longer burn
in the longest underground blind of ash

could shoot tongues
of rose
into iris air
and reverse the search
for I Am
dazzling the iconoclast
with fresh forms of willow-weeds
for old flame.