Those promising buds on the baby broccoli. Similar to the buds on the flowering dahlia tree which blooms once a year in November. Soon. Soon. So tall with it bamboo-like trunk and promise of pink umbrella blooms. Soon. Soon.
And when of poetry, you ask.
Likewise, poems are budding with intentions.
The exact moment of blooming to be revealed -- one letter at a time.
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Thursday, October 31, 2013
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