This yellow tulip
grows among its flock of spring flowers.
They blanket the ground:
spring and yellow beauty
stretching to the sky,
reaching for sunlight
to kiss their petals
with a golden hue.
A single petal droops.
This tulip
opens more than the others,
exposing her
precious nectar.
Her petal bends down,
as the brim of a hat
faded with age.
Her edges
fringed.
A passerby
grazes it
with his/her pant leg,
coattail, or
spring dress.
She remains
alive
still stretching
for sunlight.
Soon,
she will fall,
sooner than the others;
but for now,
this tulip remains
outstretched,
included
blanketing the ground
in spring.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
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