Books Reviews

Poem: I remember tiger lilies

By: Milt Montague


spiky leaves of burnt orange
growing up, out, and curving down
revealing it’s black spots

this is how they got their name
but really …..then
it should be leopard lilies

large stamens shouting to the bees
come, come fertilize me, please

growing by the side of the road
of my childhood summers in Connecticut

alongside black-eyed Susans
large daisies with black centers
and yellow petals
especially created for “he loves me….he loves me not”

wild strawberries for easy pickings
alongside the road
except for the thorns

I must have been five or seven
aaahh….. the childhood memories


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