Herald to a gaudy spring
the potted Narcissus

outside the door
sprouts from a pool

of standing water
strange how a myth

persists
but nothing

truly self-absorbed
would share

so freely
unattributably

and intangibly
its scent

so maybe
that’s the Hyacinth

these flowery Greeks
easy to confuse

all springing up
from the blood

of gods
and lovers