Lilacs

 

Heavy purple heads hang

in bushes lining the sidewalk.

I walk my dog past them every

day and stop to bury

my nose in them.

 

When our house burnt down

the lilacs that stretched the length

of the house were singed, petals

curling back on themselves, a blizzard

of pale ash and scorched flowers.

 

Every spring when they bloom

I pick them, put sprigs throughout

my house. The memory

of smoke lingers

in each room.

"Row; Charles River, Boston, MA" - J. Finley

Courtney LeBlanc is the author of the chapbooks All in the Family (Bottlecap Press) & The Violence Within (Flutter Press) & is an MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte. Her poetry is published or forthcoming in Public Pool, Rising Phoenix ReviewThe LegendaryGerm MagazineQuail Bell Magazine, Brain Mill PressHaunted Waters Press, & others. She loves nail polish, wine, & tattoos. Read her blog, follow her on twitter: @wordperv, or find her on Facebook

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