refers to Lotus Lilies, 1888, by Charles Courtney Curran
It is how I still
–this delirium river
a fever of openings, lotus the size
of tea kettles–
See them? Two women floating through
a category of nature?
It’s how I still see them,
the way they disagree in all the chores
they do together–pick the lotus,
hook the lace–in a vessel flabbergasted by
adrift among the living, hovering tattle tails.
One had the bounty, one had the courage,
one took cover, one left it.
The boat held the refuse.