you want the bud

to blossom and bloom

in your hands

 

unfurl each petal

as it opens

one upon another

 

in its glory

before your eyes

of will and volition

 

apart from what 

nurtured it into

its final form

 

as an object 

of beauty possessed

of its presence

 

complete in its immediacy

alive and iridescent in

the moment accorded it

 

and the oriole

poised in orange

radiance then gone

 

David Sermersheim

 

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