In the north the flag
iris by stones or packed near
foundations must be dug
up every three to four years
the mother corms discarded
the young put back into
freshly manured beds
best if all one variety
of a deep purple fit for
empires in twilights
after deep snow after
childhood many
many childhoods
fit to wear the god’s
new moustache those
flecks of gold.
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