Posted by Gerald Bosacker
on 3/21/2002, 11:26 am
CRUSHING LILIES
My Love wished the water lilies
beckoning thirty feet from the shore.
I could not refuse my first love,
and set out,
wading in soft mud,
stirred by bottom feeding carp,
fickle fish,
whose slime I did cowardly fear trampling on,
worse than their suckling toothless bite.
She held the lilies
to her breast and we mashed
them between us.
My toes forgot the nursing carp.
I never crushed such beauties before,
but hope I will again.
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