verbena

pillars of salt from the tears of Juno

dissolve in the morning dew.

circled in iron before dawn’s show,

one sweep of verbena.

lustral waters purify the mind of few

in its perfumery.

blazing scorcher dog star Æshere 

no sun, no moon, barks Sirius.

herb of the cross, herb of grace,

verb lemon and blue, 

active aromatic twigs of sweet words

cascade from the vase.