This poem came from a quiet moment that surprised me. I didn’t expect the irises to teach me something about love and impermanence on my way to class yesterday morning, but they did.
I See You, Iris
by Michelle Ried
I passed a patch of purple irises
on my way
to class one day.
They saw me stop to greet them…
then pause—
as if to ask:
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