poem-lily

Shawn L. Bird

The scent

wound around the room

burrowed up the nostrils

and drained out eyes.

Set away

from sensitive noses

the lily’s petals have fallen

and still its heavy scent

fills the heated air,

present in death,

like warm memories

of you.

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