Garden Parable

"And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me."
— Sylvia Plath, Ariel

seed
stem
tulip
fed spring sun
soaking rain showers
new purses burst in bruised dawn light
harlequin bulbs regenerated from last year's roots
brief, glorious tepals once a speculative bubble, now blowsy, soon departed—