Lilac
I inhale the sweet scent
The aroma fills me up
And mixes around within me
The lilac permeates the atmosphere
It blooms across the air
It spreads across time and space
It’s my childhood-
My backyard full of screaming kids,
Freshly cut grass, and grass not yet grown,
A plastic turtle sandbox, guinea pigs,
A rusty sprinkler. Bubbles and bubble wands with
ants crawling all over
And the lilacs in the back and the side of the yard,
They stand like guards
But pretty ones: pink and purple, and white-
There’s white ones too.
These guards stand tall and they stand
For many years
They watch me and the screaming kids grow
And they will watch my son
They will watch my son
They will guard my son
Because he needs a guard
He needs protection
I will do anything to protect him
The guards will stretch across the new yard
They will permeate his youth
They will keep his childhood bottled up in a smell
Much like mine
And no harm will come to him
Under me and the watch of the lilac brigade
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