Lily crowded window

her
not-breath,     mine
signs our presence
at the glass,
| hers and mine, our presence |
Blue 
            Milk, the
cooling sun
plays her opaques,
leaf speckles,
          variegations.
Retreat 
                    now,
She drains into winter’s dark
work                   July-begun.
She 
                        drains North.
Setting to rest
yellow-tips brown,
Sun-held-once.

Something in secret   furls,
unfurls its stem-self       a
creamy-gold,                lit.


© Chris Murray 2020 / 2021

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lily crowded window was first published at FormaFluens Journal, April 2021, Editor Tiziana Colusso

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