04.18.2008

Blind Alley (a poem by Louise Mathias)

Lilies; those charming imposters.
In the adamantine daze

of the low slung sun, they tried
to convince you.

You always fell in love with manmade things–

The future hovered,
in taut, industrial darkness. The world at large

stood up, in dumb applause.

How they beckoned; relentless, forgiving.
The sound of another summer,

bottoming out.

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