Prose poems alternate with brief lyrics to describe a narrative arc of failed and renewed romantic lovea turning inward, turning outward again, and no turning back, even in the face of loss.
Like the narcissus flowerdelicate petals that bloom from a poisonous bulb, a flower named for the Greek myth of the youth who falls in love with his own reflectionthe poems offer a sense of both beauty and danger. The danger of love and of love's beautiful illusions, and the beauty that's revealed after those illusions have been stripped away and what remains is the shimmer beneath the shimmering reflection, some deeper shine. Here, the meadows bare themselves to the moon, the new beloved steps out of the shadows, one enters ""into a new love as into a mirror,"" and the mirror turns to rain.
