Sympathy

Whose table is that, left on three legs?

If there’s been a mistake, it may be

in assuming less vulnerability

as one fills the vase—

whose buoyant comfort exaggerates

at the sight of his own proffered,

sympathetic hand, striking him so clean

in comparison

gloved white, magician—for a sec

he even sees the calla lily’s furl

in the gesture of voilà!