FTD
It
bloomed today without you,
against a sterile deadwood sky.
wild white blooms
delivered
from its ovaries
bursting blossoms
gummy pink enough to
pop a
bubble on my face.
scattered screaming
streaming sweetheart
salutations
no
one heard.
late this afternoon.
in a field behind the
kitchen window.
All
roots and sap and veins
and mardi gras buds of
bobble springing
from a rearview
mirror bloomed today
quite zealously without you.
Mia Moore
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