Fall 1985 • Vol. VII No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 1985 |

Black Pansies

Dark holes in the blue blaze of every day's sky-inflected flowers, they spread nothing of cheer like the blithe tricolor heart's-ease. Under the nodding hours of columbines they flutter their velvety portions of previous night. How they wag their burdens close to the soil— they pull your heart down, these dis- enchanted bleak soliloquies I grew myself. But not to be uprooted, for all that, they're part of this mortal summer seen through the terrible apertures of their petals; with a sleight of shade in sun- light they pretend to indigo. Each evening like death's little flotilla returning they grow to fill the sky.

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