Flower Ball
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A daylight lamp
turns sparingly on
the world she covers.
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The seasons warm and cool
in rhythmic paces
so common and reassuring
to the plans of spring.
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The roses continue to grow
even where the old steps lead
no where, and where the concrete crumbles.
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The peonies are balls of thin seashells
a rounded woman’s belly,
about to become a mother
emerge like bees from honeycomb,
butterflies from the nest
a newborn baby
too heavy to hold their head
the peony blossoms fall to the ground.
Passive Architect 