my straight arms; ache
on and forward, I see the victory line
and beyond; the ground to be won
getting closer and closer
bare heels are all I have
a pair of 6 inch stilettos
lay on a picnic blanket
and the ants are marching, marching
~lily
this is the poem I wrote
when I was trying to write
a poem; if it’s a poem at all
it’s got strength in it
and love, lust and affection
it’s got lush green trees
and red soil, it’s got
highways and field paths
and birds and nests
it’s got rain puddles
sun shiny queens
and a verandah with a rocking chair
I feel thunder
The one I wrote yesteryear
had secrets of sleuths
and foreign hotels
it had strings and biting off tags
and sins, rages, jealousy
it had speeding cars
and swinging lights
bitten nails and fear
it had torn down fences
and a trickle down a chilled glass
~lily
