Who ever would have thought

orange lilies in the rain

could touch so upon

the strings of

memory?

.

Only two summers past

we spoke of

them…

.

“They’re everywhere!” I said.

“Wild along the roadsides,

on the edges of fields,

and in my own

front yard.

Lilies the color of orange

Kool-Ade. 

Do you have them there?”

.

“Oh, yes!” she said.

“And yellow ones besides!” 

.

“We have the yellow ones too. 

But here, they’re mostly

orange.” 

.

And so it was,

that a memory of you

became wrapped within

a flower. 

.

They are here again, my friend!

.

I saw them here this evening,

nodding in the falling rain,

and I stood for a while

just watching and 

remembering…