by Brian L. Jacobs 

 

bomb peonies

ensconced in the guard rings

 

mouthbrooding arbs

tongue’d in bacchus incubation

 

swimming

with the flower’d burgundies

 

the requiems of my renunciations

conducting un historied’ narratives

 

rhizome’n

for our conveniences

 

peony. Photo credit: C. Finch

 

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Brian L. Jacobs lives in Lower Burns (A2) floating in the un’humdrum’d, after retiring from teaching, while running Tofu Ink Arts Press. While the peony bombs flourished in the Arb this May/June, Brian and his husband took a stroll along the Huron, and then up into the curved wood, in the warm spring air, and this poem featured itself. 

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