[Lilac, not Lavender] by Zebulon Huset

Lilac, not Lavender lit the air.

The untrained nose might mistake

one purple scent for the other.

Lavender keeps low in the air

and licks the dirty earth

like a lollipop from the faire.

Lilacs lilt their purple

like bits of pollen in the wind

and disappear while still mirthful.

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Zebulon Huset is a teacher, writer and photographer living in San Diego. He won the Gulf Stream 2020 Summer Poetry Contest and his writing has appeared in Trouvaille Review, Meridian, The Southern Review, Fence, Atlanta Review & Texas Review among others. He publishes the writing blog Notebooking Daily, edits the journal Coastal Shelf, and recommends literary journals at TheSubmissionWizard.com.