Late February, Bryant Park

The Zamboni is on the ice

And I think of how much like my writing

Is that glass surface

Through a milky cloud obfuscating

A depth of urgent meaning

In unripe spring

And I want the laughing children

To come out quickly

And skate once more before the thaw

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By Jason Anderson

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Iris

Iris stalks

Photo: author

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Iris

this strong young spring first all my senses fires

then presents its finest stalk, barely enfolded –

I’ve never seen

something so

aching to be kissed

into

fatal flower

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©2013 Jason Anderson