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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3386 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Flower Emusing ( Lois Jones) The small seed had shown itself in the shape of a wish bone. Its fate would be subject to the way its petals multiplied, the way the bees hummed and touched, in how its center grew more golden so that the day was born of it. You watered and waited-- hoped for sunlight, set your knees in the damp ground to feel the rumble of spring. But when the winds came like a vagrant to steal her, blowing her colors into the darkened earth, you knew she was a dahlia, her slender stem, straight and perfect; leaves raised to catch lost petals. Her pink was more than flesh, more than the root that grew in you. This bloom held the birth of all things, made the earth spin on its slender stem, carried you to the light. |
