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Lilac bowl

Now I know that we need lilacs here

That bowl of blossoms carries me beyond the walls.

This room is crisp, small, recent.

Floor of bright golden wood. Walls, ceiling, fixtures, white.

The tub remains lavender below, as it has been the decades we lived here, and before. We freshened it.

Trimmed the whole with a dark mauve, rich and peaceful.

A charming zebra mask, and a small vase with a gazelle, provide purple harmony.

This room shuts out sound from elsewhere in the house. It is always quiet here.

Some day, more of the house will be crisp and quiet, floors entire and warm, cracked walls dormant and windows washed into vision. Some day.

But here, now, a bowl of lilac blossoms beside the sink and carries me forth.



It was nice to have the lilacs today

The blossoms tinting the sunlight mauve
The lavender hue overlaid by silver

Something always overlays the color

The air is heavy, laden with fragrance

A good reason to move slowly

Struggling to pass through that atmosphere
To reach escape velocity from here

And now

It was nice to have the lilacs now

Later it will be terrible

That smell will weigh so heavily
Tarnished with memory

Lilacs will never again be light
Or sweet

But it’s nice to have the lilacs now

[I just felt like writing, I have no cause to hate lilacs]