I stomp lilies
because
they infuriate and confuse me
they remind me
of -
Death:
smelling of my grandmother's funeral-
sickly sweet
arrangements in multitude
blaring sorrow.
Life:
blooming in glory every Spring
in every barren field
in each garden
testimony of their fertility.
To me-
This paradox
merits my size 8 shoe crushing
my discontent and perplexion
down
down
down
onto their delicately
petaled heads.
So goes Life.
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