Poems

Tree Buds

Buds are bombs
Which is to say
Their large inside
Is shut away,

Their small outside
A clenched fist,
The geode
To the amethyst.

As large as life
Their huge green hands
Lie folded up
In orisons,

Lie in the lap
Of luxury,
With sap and spring
Resurgent. See –

Each species pleated
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