When they were pale green
With retinas like sprouts,
To gaze at the bud and
Wonder what lay within
Was enough.
When the lids released,
Released their tightness
And the petals irised open,
The colors caught your breath,
Dazzling contrasts in soft flesh.
And tender shade was found
In long stalks,
Forest green and thick
With scents filling the cavities
Interstitial to your organs
Where delight collects.
Wonder fills the gaze here-
How does beauty function?
But after the second Spring,
The eyes lose their glimmer,
Repetition breeding a
More tired sort
Of incomprehension.
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