By HMS
Date: 11 May 2000
Passing passion
I knew it for a passing
(delicately-petaled,
dizzily-perfumed)
passion.
But how it blossomed,
nourished in your sun:
from shriveled seed
to pulsing
greening
growing
leafing
living
thing.
The flower flourished,
folded,
faded,
fell.
A blush of red
at leaf-tip
(tightly furled,
too soon to tell)
says surely
something
--not yet there--
will swell.
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