The heat twists the light
Into the most stripped-down forms
Of that life which is always present
But unimaginable in the earth
Until all that’s left
Is the bare idea of the plant
The earliest known sketches
Of limbs but with the most
Extravagant spring flowers
Which a little rain can afford
To weave from a whole
New theory of colors
That glow in its soil
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