Poems by Meredith Martin

Apology Two

Apology Five


Nothing Else



 

 

Nothing Else 

 

April will crowd a room so that all you can breathe

is lilac. 

On the side of a road, trim or spilling over:

lilac. 

Outside, lilac pulls you to its scent like a bee. 

Inside, you need this subtle excess.

Candid power. Caress. 

Try, these days, to breathe nothing else.