Surprise Lilies Green shots, pink ribbons
in the alley lining the dumpster
or the driveway around the broken mowers,
past moving out date, before school buses
in the open slash between the heat that levels us
and the storms on the next page of the horizon.
When you don’t know, when you’re lost,
when there’s nowhere to stand
there they are, never bent or expected.
They thrive on what you’ve forgotten about,
given away or never used.
They love fences but don’t need them,
petal in attention, but go on regardless.
They come on their own terms, a slip
of pink time writing life one quick note
that says, stop being so predictable,
go outside in the middle of the night
when the air is lush and almost cool, and look.
Remember all is changing, all is enough.
Thanks to Kelley Hunt for her photo.
