To My Mother on Her Birthday: How Your Lilies Pulled Me Under

Spilling over the hillside Splashing against the asphalt Bright white foam dripping over leafy waves. Scores of lilies rush against the road. Tumbling in the wind, wet from rain, scooping up the sun, tossing light across the glass–dragging me, a reluctant swimmer, from my car into their sea. Drenching me Refreshing me Until revived I pull myself to shore. Behind

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