for Wallace Stevens

   1

        Orange
poppy-speckled glass
vase alone

on a shelf,
neck twisted
to one side

like nothing else
in this guest room,

you organize
nothing.

   2

        Overbearing,
that sleek leaf,

a yacht
on a stalk,

its long sharp prow
and curved gunwale
flanges,

the metaphorical
sum of itself