tonyv Posted September 11, 2012 Share Posted September 11, 2012 Now, as the afternoon grows colder, cries of children playing in the yard at four on Monday dull with the approaching roar of UPS at six, and the day dies. I waver for a moment and arise to pick a lily from a bed next door. But can I relish it should I need more than it can give in scent and to my eyes? Someone, somewhere, bottles peppers. Smells of peeled, mashed, oiled, and cooked capsicum bells waft with intent, a purpose: to cajole the chickenhearted blossom filcher, "Live now, or forever forfeit peace, sure soul!" Oh Lily, I have even less to give. 1 Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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