LILAC de Dorothea Lasky

I felt empty
As i always had
Because in my past life
I had burned to death
Because in this one
You told me I was a bad poet
As if I cared about poetry
At all
As if I didn’t only care
About the little dog
In her bed
Sleeping for all eternity next to me
Lilacs bloom
From the edge of the wood
I walk the grass-lined streets
To come to a lemon tree


What a blank and edible flower
The lilac is
It is as if your face
Were there inside of me
Or on that tree
White-lined
And inside your heart
A glowing purple, a glowing green
It is as if you knew I was your true love
It was as if I didn’t have to know
In this life
All you were to me
Was that flower

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