Today's poem is by Roald Hoffmann
Lily of the Valley
Seek shelter, said the man.
But where will I find her?
You jump to conclusions, kid
that she's a woman, for one.
It might just be the way a leaf
curls, plumb weighed down
by porcelaneous bells,
odoriferous bells, the ... Yes,
I butted in ... Convallaria majalis.
But you see, I went on
it was dark in that house
and I was whirling with a wraith,
helter-skelter, beds, toys
and lamps to bump inthen
she threw me off spinning,
and stood there, arms akimbo
Have you danced with her?
He saiddon't ask; I told you
seek shelter. Bizarre, I said,
so I should build a hut, when
I can't drive a nail straight,
crosscut? I'll help you, he said.
So we walked into the valley
found a porch of an abandoned house
and sat there a spell. I saw a wasp
dragging a larva bigger than itself.
In the yellowing light of afternoon
we raised up walls, even tacked up
a dusty photograph of a couple
holding hands. Before I knew it
the sun had set, I was alone, and
through the loosely thatched roof
I could see the Pleiades.
Copyright © 2004 Roald Hoffmann All rights reserved
from Chautauqua Literary Journal
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