Waiting For Spring
By Lily Swarn
You could have waited for spring
With its showers of perfumed confetti
I stood in statuesque inebriation Under the tiara of blossoms
Velvety orchids entwined with pinky white lilies
Every evening strummed the Veena
Every sunset simmered in flames
I let my veil slide down to my sloping shoulders
And breathed in my fragrant tresses
The wait was not for Godot
Though Beckett crossed my mind
It was the silence of quantum leaps
Each cell shattered to smithereens
Each atom in a tremulous
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