Night Lilies

By Alan Meyrowitz

Shy by day, tightly furled,

heeding nightly call to bloom.

 

How much the same,

my love demure till waning light.

So joy is sown in garden’s bed

as well our own.

 

Yet passion’s not by season bound—

lilies will be gone by fall.

 

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Alan Meyrowitz received his Doctorate in Computer Science from the George Washington University in 1980, and retired from the federal government in 2005 after a varied career in artificial intelligence and robotics research. His literary activities include creative writing and collecting rare books. His poetry is forthcoming or has appeared in California Quarterly, Diverse Voices Quarterly, Eclectica, Folly, Front Range Review, Lucid Rhythms, River Oak Review, Schuylkill Valley Journal, and Shroud.


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