Lemma

Lemma

Katharine Diehl

For my 2020 baby

What I grew like a fruit or a flower
I do not remember

the plague year. The year effloresced. I walked
down the daffodil path
I had all my white routes. My formal
constraints. Then

sectioned
my heart was a gloss
was lemmata: a flowering,
husk.

A fruit cut from the stalk:

it was you. Tacenda.
The church sent me flowers. I held you.

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Katharine Diehl
Poet & Essayist

Katharine lives in New Jersey with her family. Her chapbook The Fourth Wave is available from Dancing Girl Press. 

Photography by Polina Kovaleva