Mary McCarthy

Offering

I wanted to bring flowers

for our May Altar

in the second grade

but nothing grew

in our stony yard

except Mama’s lilac

and I never could have taken

even one small branch

away from her


she waited so long

for the simple luxury

of that perfume

that brief softness

that delicious air

each breath a sweet oasis

in the driest year 

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 92
Numantia

 

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