I saw her there, waiting for ice cream
On a hot July afternoon
Two tiger lillies tucked behind her ear
Live and larger than life 
I expected honey bees might encircle her 
No one told her no
No you cannot wear flowers so large
Not behind that ear, at least
So orange
So alive

She’d not have heard anyway

She seemed otherwise timid and small
Waiting for butter pecan
An intended respite from the heat
No wonder that not long thereafter
The cumulus clouds
Which mimicked her blooms
Exploded
Bursting forth their relief
Her relief
Our relief