One Hundred Sixty-Second
Lilies, like yourself, live where they are known,
and tangibly, the elements upon them.
Racks of how-to books explain how to locate
one to love, then how to love and to possess.
Wind tonight means temperatures will not reach ninety-one.
People have left town, and dry heat offers quiet.
A one-year old is scheduled to arrive at our front door.
She climbs into cupboards and filing cabinets.
When my aunt died, among her possessions were multiple
wallets, purses, pairs of gloves, and watches she had won.
Sheila E. Murphy
Friend and US poet - Hyper-productive and experimental.
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