Friday, April 7, 2017

Peace Lily: a poem

Once the ribbons rimmed the room,
trophies crowded the crow skull
and pickled fish.
Certificates of accomplishment
blazed behind fake-stone frames,
report cards magnet-trapped to the frig.
nothing on the shelf except
the single Peace Lily,
new leaf twisting into being,
single white bloom
hooding and shy
breathes oxygen into the room

where I slumber.

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