The Lily Always Hangs On Its Head

The bud of the lily is closed. You
haven’t the foggiest idea why. You want it
to soar when deployed.
You want a little zeppelin with propaganda.
To leave behind a paper trail.
The blossom engineered as if with goldbeater’s skin
seems close to inflated. Or,
caught up in the atmosphere, fly-by-night.
You look again at the stem. Upon which nods the head
of a Pelican!
And that is how you would leave it if addressed.
But there is always another version. Where the Pelican
sticks out its neck.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.