This postcard has been in my collection since I was twenty years old, living abroad in England. I was visiting the Tate Gallery for the first time, and John Singer Sargent's "Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose" stopped me in my tracks. I haven't tried to recreate here what I felt then; only to let the image work upon my consciousness once again, and see what words come of it.
petal flame and paper
the ache that names lost things
unnamed until lost