aren’t the true leaves
the first bloom’s not
the true bloom’s color
the idea of blooming
recapitulates itself
in the first milkiness
before the true idea appears
like a messenger or a foretaste
I was open for something greater
quieter more self-confident than myself
so it’s strange to me that
the true leaves and the true flowers
never actually appear but send us
only pictures of themselves
as they might appear in space and time
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