Thursday, April 10, 2014

Water Lily


       Water Lily
                                      

         I am famous: the sacred lotus,
         a symbol of grace and purity,

                           though to croaking frogs I am no more
                           than a hang-out joint, an all-night store.

         My petals enfold stamens of gold.
         I float, serene, while down below

                           these roots of mine are deeply stuck
                           in the coolest most delicious muck.

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