Lily Is A Plant, Lily Is A Woman - Poem by Brett Rogers
And, finally … I slept …
And when I woke, a flower had bloomed.
How I bathed it in unnatural light,
And fed it’s thirst with hot water.
I touch it now, and see its strength,
And wonder about mine
(My smile and love are so thin) …
* * *
I rise and walk this rolling Noon,
And in my kitchen, I see
A flower bloomed,
Beautiful! In it’s spite.
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