April 2024

When I Turned Sixty

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I asked the artist to sketch the woodland lily
with three solitary petals for my new tattoo—
 
not loud and cartoon-like, but with reverence,
the way Margaret Roscoe elegantly painted
flowers early in the nineteenth century.
 
She would understand.
 
Years ago, when Scott and I traveled north
to begin again—steady but unsure—
I walked forests just beyond the kitchen door
 
and fondly remember the first morning
Trillium whispered,
 
Look here. See me? You’re home.