Lily

Went out & scissored a lily, brought her inside

to study her fuzzy brown anthers loaded

 

with pollen, her needle-thin pistil & filaments

down to her ovary. Noted her sepals

 

were dotted with droplets; her waxy gold petals

were stippled with pigment, the comeliest rust spots,

 

like freckles on the face of a tomboy agog

in a tree house at twilight. Saw how, twice-dappled

 

with drizzle & beauty marks, she tilted a bit in her vase

toward my pencil as if she could lift to write

 

& tell me the checkered tall story of all things in bloom.

Saw two of her petals were nibbled—by a rabbit? a fawn?

 

Wrote how she told me she loathed the incessant devouring

mouths which would strip her & call her a woman.

 

James Reiss

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Taken on July 6, 2010