Consider the Lily

Consider the Lily 

Bit like onion and some

     what like death thrown

          in because your corsage,

sprouts through snow

     like Spring that must follow

          Winter, its big brother:

lily could be your little

     sister fallen among rocks,

          or your mind on the rocks,

a spill forlorn against

     the shore, dressed in sea

          oats instead of blooms

like the tall grass of prairies

     until exposed to salt

          and waves, the wind,

cause of both, and a prophecy.

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