LILY HILL
The rains of chance or the rains of payback?
She was taller than I but wearing platforms . . .
afraid to cross the street to the shabbier mailbox
I’d pointed it out still emerging as a form; I’ll post
mine there for I remember that very corner.
Not by chance am I your leader, it was foretold
when the first messages were sent . . .
I was being held in …