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I could wish to be a daylily
brilliant and free in the bright
but wishes are pointless
like pens without ink
scrawling fairy tales of brazenness
where only piousness occurs

a night bloomer
cloistered in tender green
what excitement lies inside?
only liquor and starlight unlocks
my leafy sweet cocoon
silvery moon-loving skirts

from withdrawn
to fully unfurled at sundown
a conundrum in white
following the letters of law and church
even at midnight do as I am told
opportunity blooms
when entwined they sleep

tell me to be bold