The day you
first entered
your rejection
was windy
a spring was
in its step
awnings flashing
bursts of sunlight
bursts of malediction
leaves aren’t from
the same mind
as flowers even
the first rank of
petals is already
brown while the
newest at the center
pink edged with red
overflow spicy perfume
only in thinking
can we reach
something before
it reaches us.
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