White//Violets

I hadn’t seen or heard of them until
a stranger gifted me this image—white

violets—entities that seem to void
their name. And stunned, I saw them flash and spill

into my mind as though they erupted out
of a pressing book too old and frail to hold them.

And their newborn cortege proceeded blindly
drifting towards the light, seeming to flout

some funeral’s finality… ‘What died,’
I wanted to ask; but they were now on their way

into my field of visions’ fixed horizon—
where they persist in silence, paper-white.