you want the bud

to blossom and bloom

in your hands


unfurl each petal

as it opens

one upon another


in its glory

before your eyes

of will and volition


apart from what 

nurtured it into

its final form


as an object 

of beauty possessed

of its presence


complete in its immediacy

alive and iridescent in

the moment accorded it


and the oriole

poised in orange

radiance then gone


David Sermersheim


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