Gusty Valentine

The three Marias
I call them
the rare red-flowered Clivia
she of unfortunate
Kaffir Lily fame

I grew from five seeds
through forty-eight weeks
of moist dark wombs
and now a five year wait
for a flower I’ve never seen

I sit in the yard
gusty winds new moon
moving into her old address
the wind throws the last oranges
down to me.