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Francis Masat

Lilacs

In my Mother's day, lilac switches and lessons went together. As a child, I learned to choose when ordered to select my personal switch. My thoughts usually were "Is this the day to scream-dance to thin and stingy cuts? Or "Is this the day to howl-jump from thicker darker welts?" I made my choices then, and the pain, as time since, passed. At least my Mother let me choose.

May morning—
cutting lilac blossoms
for Mother's grave