bwg poem – Bloom, Baby, Boom

“Bloom, Baby, Boom”

When it’s cold out,
And the wind
Begins to beat on me,
And the sun
Has turned to the moon,
And the moon
Is just a sliver
And the stars
Refuse to visit the night.

I release the flowers from their springs…

Shouting to the night sky:
Bloom, baby, boom
Pale pink petals
unfurl hidden worlds.

Previously consumed
In other matters
Now resuming
Earthly chatter…

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