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The Last Poem From the Place

Updated on July 1, 2013

There is no subtitle

I cannot lie,

or rewind time

to fit the thing.

Two pups will have lived

their lives with me...

Father's ashes must be spread

and Ursula's too.

I came a roaring Lioness,

and leave much closer

to the ground...

as befits all penitents,

I have lithographs from Paris,

and carvings of my Mother,

a priceless cane,

and rags for clothes,

a washed dog,

a washed car,

and a strange sense of hope...

sometimes, one must simply believe

that everything will be alright;

I'll leave the rickety table- the one

that see saws with every word.

I'll leave the couch that housed mice

and has a leg that falls off,

I'll leave my old bed, that Dad

welded together, that bastard

will never go anywhere now!

I take my Dumas,

and hundred year old books with me,

I'll leave the memories of

old boyfriends here

to water the garden,

scoop up my lilies, and camus

in big pots to grow again,

if I can,

and make Athena into a

service dog

if I can.

It's just down the road, right?

Change is hard,

but the facile win.

I have a Jacuzzi now.

I'll pop my mutt in that

and keep her clean.

We must be clean.

No smoking,

No loud music,

no nudity,

no drinking.

I do believe I'm going to heaven!

Or Prison,

but I'll be rocking the sucker

no matter what!




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      Brenda Barnes 4 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      Where are you going Lily? I just knew it all would work out for you and Athena to stay there.

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      Clark Cook 4 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      A great PatentedLily poem. Life unfolding, inexorable time unwinding, casual observations gently unfurling into wider truths that enfold us all. That's your magic. Any idiot can rattle off the things they think about when they're moviing. You make it all art. And I doubt that there's a conscious moment of deliberate shaping or planning. Magic. You make those things talismen of our lives moving thru symbolic space and time. You're a poet like gazillions of poets would kill to be. You said once you were boy-crazy. So find a very RICH boy, so you can write poetry all the time................

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      Lillian K. Staats 4 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Haha! Thank you both! I have a double job; nights I tend clients and day I work a regular shift. Moon, as always, you made it worthwhile, just to read the reply. Thank you from the bottom of my soul... love yaz both... lily

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      Jim Higgins 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      No doubt, Lily! Moon got it right again!

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      Clark Cook 4 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      Then dammit, Jim--why ain't i rich?

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      Jim Higgins 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      Good question, Clark!

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