Oh, Lily dear…

 

Bravo!  

You refused

to loosen your hair

for a blackguard.

Off you go!

Stealthy on ballerina toes.

Oh! Feel your

way. The bank is muddy,

the wind ripe with columbine

and fennel.

Your bouffant protected

by a black hood.

 

 

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