Lilly Aldrin Ghazel by Charles Payne
I don’t know what we are supposed to be doing.
I don’t know why we are doing it today, Marshall.
Cumulus clouds cry tears of butterflies, and June bugs go
splat on windshields. Our sky transforms from green to grey.
I stood there in relief rainfall, listening to what heaven
had to say, burdens of a polluted atmosphere covering up
desires I have to be with you, my admiration forecasted through
weather apps issuing freeze warnings on clear and calm nights
I think that I want to be with you! But
they say lilies can survive without human interaction or touch.