These Globe Lilies

At night these globe lilies,

so delicate, so easily bruised,

grown up in the wild

without care or tending,

drooping their round flower heads,

unprotected but prospering,

having had neither greenhouse

nor spray nor fertilizer,

had they some kind of eyes

(which they do not)

would know that nothing

of solid substance

stands between them

and the cold of space,

those far, winking stars.

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