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Day’s Eye
Leanne Jaeger
There is nothing quite like
a single flower in a vase.
The elegance of the stem’s
lonely lean.
At dawn, the flower uncurls
each petal, a ray of white light
with its own vision,
watching, waiting, wanting.
The flower’s eye
beams its yellow revelation
all day long
before it bows to the night,
the petals folding in like shutters.
It seems openings and closings
are the way of our world —
each making way for the other.
Is this wild flutter
the only wisdom we must learn?
When to open and when to close?
Perhaps it is only in the breeze
such decisions can be made.
Is the self the only seer —
all that there is?
Call me solipsist
and I’ll show you my daisy smile.
© Leanne Jaeger
Peter Macrow,
Tasmanian Times Poetry Editor.
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