burke: BULBS #

where fat bulbs split open the earth.

-         Yusef Komunyakaa

 

One line could open the way

Into a new poem for me for you.



This line breathes away

The early morning mist from



Jonquils and the anonymous bulbs

That grow up and down the fence line,

 Standing true and tall as

Nocturnal snails slime their way



In the grey light of dawn,

Unaware of the finely wrought



White petals and yellow mouths

Above. The earth split open, yet



Held firmly by roots and the knitting

Of time and cold weather.