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Spring Flower
somewhere between a swollen
bulb and the sun’s forgetful arc
you opened
one afternoon in a five-fingered
white
even purer at the twisted
feet of trees
innocent
as uncounted numbers
or unearthed stars
your serene face
like Lazarus
just wakened
from a dream
and looking at you
I recognized me
bulb and the sun’s forgetful arc
you opened
one afternoon in a five-fingered
white
even purer at the twisted
feet of trees
innocent
as uncounted numbers
or unearthed stars
your serene face
like Lazarus
just wakened
from a dream
and looking at you
I recognized me
Published 26th Apr 2019
| Edited 18th Aug 2019
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