I hook a Calla lily stem,
and rob the stamen of the creamy
like small atmosphere
around its finger planet,
rubbing it on my cheek
in a sudden suburban ritual,
drawing in some earthly connection
to the security of seasons,
among the cement, exhaust,
and screens that delineate most days.
Heidi Morrell lives and writes in Los Angeles/Hollywood and is not a celebrity, but has a poetry Chapbook from Finishing Line Press among many poetry publications.