NARCISSUS

by Sarojni Mehta-Lissak

How bold you are
hibernating for months
under the foot of an
old sycamore, then...
pushing up through crusted
soil you take center stage,
perfuming the air with
intoxicating precision while
dragging our winter bodies
to you in our inebriated stupor
to sip more of your beauty
which you so wickedly
enjoy... a spell that you
cast every year, until your
glory fades with the
passing of time.

This poem first appeared in Wild Violet, 2003. Second place contest winner.

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