Ten Nine Eight Seven Six Five Four Three Two One Ignition Blast Up
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The cushion launch pads of the leaves and stems
Of bushes’ light up buds and buds—and each
Desires to open out its petaled gems.
This one is in its count down now to reach
Out, up, and full…and when it does, the skies
Will envy it because it aims to send
Out highest colors larger than its size.
It wants to send out auras and to spend
Them like auroras borealis wide
And waving, holy; also like the arc
Of rainbow bands aspiring in their stride
Pastel but powering on to make their mark.
Pale gorgeousness transparent is the aim
Like pride’s perfume. Young blossoms lay their claim.