The pool must have longed for Narcissus.
In a world where the gods punish girls like Echo and boys like Narcissus,
Pools can pine for men,
The flower he becomes.
She liked them in bunches.
I used to buy her bunches of them every spring, early spring,
The daffodils mark the season.
I’d put them in a vase I bought at Macy’s one summer
For the irises I’d buy at a stand on 2nd Avenue.
We’d share wine at Jules; stares, gazes, words and photos.