Bloom
by Timothy Reed
light does not appear
it comes to term
every drop a sprout
growing - lengthening
like time on tree trunks
every bulb lends
tulips of red
daffodils of yellow
kaleidoscopic wildflowers
blink in and out of bloom
no face holds harm, distrust
every man a friend
every woman a sister
and I imagine, anticipate love
from each blurred visage
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