When a friend died
From an overdose and
Strewn about, all those
Flowers. I’d never noticed
Flowers until that day
I thought in hindsight:
Alstroemeria in small
Explosions all agog
With color and swept
As the sky was with
Thick blue paste, some
Aureate calm like
A dull summer mist.
Well, the photograph of
Frank O’Hara, hand
Beneath chin like
The conqueror of my personal
Life, because before,
Pre-Frank, I hadn’t noticed
Chasm between casual
And causal, though, slight
Lent me first sight, as
If seeing, parting the
Lush green leaves for
The first time, to
Really get at the day’s
Meaning. Well, between
The passion I now have
For clouds and my,
That first flush of,
What nervy balm to
Carry me through that
Room, that I carried you
In my pocket, Frank
And for the first time
Really saw.
Each specific
Stitch from where it yawned
There, as I then, floating
Found new eyes.
Photo By: TANAKA Juuyoh (田中十洋)
