golden curtain
(A study in tulip)
Warmth in Winter
Yellow Tulips, a gift from a friend.
I have nothing to do with explosions
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. …..
(An excerpt from “Tulips” by Sylvia Path from Collected Poems (1960))
Lemony Shots 