The Mouth of a Tiger Lily
Once drenched
by ferocious rains,
steeping in sealable,
blood orange petals
with dimples of pepper
corn spots on the skin,
in a milk pale vase, in
a country kitchen in the fall
drawn from the soil forever,
forced by the tamed winds
to grow prostrate, there is
a morbid hiddenness lurking inside
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