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 me the lilies spill over the hillside

distracting other drivers from their day.



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