River Lily

The white lily

is perched on its neck

the river-lily

delicate as chalice,

leans fronting all the current

among the scattered vines

on the plateau.

The greater red lilies

pile on the mountain

but who would surrender for these

who would surrender for these

one shoot of the white sort?

Lily

your hold is narrow

on the edge of the plateau mountain,

but you pass along the light—

peace, a valley broken with its blaze.