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.