Lilies


A calliope departs his home
and flees toward the high mountain.
There, he is no grandeur than sky,
no less striking than a deity annexed on Cathedral’s limb.
Each day he glimpses the flares of one million stars
over a darken city, lessening night.
He watches as lilies pervade a tremulous field while absorbing flower’s nectar.
His brightly tinted fine hair synchronizes our summers.
I often imagined you this way --
with the dainty features of lilies,
rainbow-like colors of a hummingbird.



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