Lilies and Broken Hearts

Taylor Cherefko 2/22/09–10/3/22

The day lilies are almost

In bloom, struggling for

A spot in the sun next

To the cattails along the small

Rivulet of water that

Divides grasses, tall

And thick from

Rainstorms.

The front yard is dotted

With colorful frames that

House swarms of bees

And wild flower honey,

Thick and sweet on the tongue.

This is the meeting place

Where friends gather

To ascend Smith Run Road,

Where Taylor and I walked

For an hour the morning

Before we found out

Her little heart was swollen.