Naked Ladies
by Steve Toth
Where we live there's
a wild flower
called a naked lady
It's a white bulb that lies
hidden under the surface
until late summer
when it comes to life
pushing up a dark red stem
that culminates in a pink flower
but with no leaves
that's why it's naked
We met a woman
who told us
that when she first moved here
she asked directions
from some people on the sidewalk
They told her to keep going
the way she was
until she came to the house
with all the naked ladies
in the front yard
& then turn left
She thought
naked ladies in the front yard?
What kind of town is this?
volume 9(6)
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