A Stretched Out Oneness
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When flowers bloom we blossom in them, too,
Inside their petals and their pinks, inside
Electric yellow touched with orange. The blue
Anemones have us in them, each dyed,
The both of us, with blues and darker blues.
Our stamens can’t be bothered to be gold
Like normal pollen. We prefer the bruise
Of darker purple as our lives unfold,
Or if we do not favor such stains there,
Some regions do desire them near our hearts.
When leaves are blown by springtime’s sunset air,
We shiver in them, singled counterparts.
….A unity, coherent as the bloom
……Itself, we then become a waiting glume.
