By Madison
Date: 14 February 2001

FTD

it bloomed without you
against a sterile dead wood sky 
white wild blooms delivered 
from its ovaries bursting 
blossoms so gummy 
pink you could pop a 
bubble on your face with them
scattered screaming 
streaming sweetheart
salutations
no one heard
late this afternoon
in the field behind the
kitchen window
our valentine tree all 
roots and sap and veins
my valentine tree
of mardi gras pink buds 
like fuzzy bobbles 
springing from a rearview
mirror bloomed today 
quite zealously without you.