For Lily

from the busy living room
to the balcony

you stand defiant
slender foot in water dipped
your face turned to the sun

you take in the scene
of cars intertwined
through the cloverleaf

you breathe in
the invisible bay
obstructed by construction

and streets
oh Lily you still have time
but not much

others would hurry
but you will stand there
'til evening

'til the memory of
being cut down
will bloom and blister

like a fiery vision
and you
so precariously leaning

in the instant of
a decision
will gather your whitebrown skirts

coyly dipping your head
as if abashèd
by the sound of the roaring sky