second stalk
a secret,
i didn’t see
her coming
sprout shoot
up and out
all sly behind
the founding stem,
poking hard sunward
paneward, ready
to bud up and blossom
while the first me dies and dies
so pretty and slow petaled on the sill.
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Love the progress of the poem – also “founding stem” and “slow petaled.” Lovely!
Thank you, Sylvia!