A Second Reading of The Book of Tea
For Forrest Hamer

Waiting to spring as upright as a reed,
As green to any movement in the wind,
And taking clear creek-water for my bride,
Being soothed aroused, by her movement, her sound
As soundlessnessdefined a ragged edge
For time, my own face blurring in the pool,
Sad-foolish, every cloud the day could fledge
Carrying every thought I'd learned in school
AwayWhere'd I go wrong, and what relief
Might I extract, where water boils up
Cold from the earth, to touch the fallen leaf
Kneeling, I make my hands into a cup,
As though to learn about thirst, hard to slake,
And hold them, empty, still, above the creek


Poems by Jamie Irons:

On Hearing, But Not Seeing, a Cardinal
A Second Reading of The Book of Tea
Celestial Mechanics and the I
Mowing the Field, I Spare Convolvulus,
Blue-Eyed Grass, Wild Iris, Wild Hyacinth
Spring Equinox Spent at Planned Parenthood
Fourteen Lines for Elijah by the Sea
Motion in Three-Space, Motion in the Plane
Beautiful River
Finding the Complex Roots of Unity
After the Shipwreck, Crawling Back to You
The Calculus of Variation Holds

TIMES TEN: An Anthology of Northern California Poets