asking of a name, commenting on a name

the bicycle leaning
against the porch,
appears again
out of snow’s ritual
disappearance.
its tires flat.
its frame a wildflower
of rust.
it is in no hurry
in its return, back
again to the simplicity
of that which made it.

the child will remain
a child.
the parents continue
to age.
what is there
to do?
another day
with the changeless
child.
the parents,
their inexorable meeting
with the rising ground.

yours is a
profound and complete
failure.
that it is not
at all profound
does not escape
you. that there is
no completion
does not escape
you. that there is
no you to escape,
does not escape
you.

a field of blooming
irises; one iris
in bloom.
how many
times a day?
does the eye
hide? come back
again in full
bloom?