one among thousands
thronging the lilac across the road
dear knob furled tight
against night after night of frost
dear layer upon layer of frail film
clasped by cells formed
to swell in these lengthening days
to press upward & outward
toward light, toward warmth
toward the unknowable day
when your bindings loosen
your surfaces disengage
— tips, edges, inner planes —
embark on the perilous sea of air
poised to expose the dear green of you
the wind flutterability of you
the front & back, the shine & matte
of you & your kin, dear worshipful
multitude, dear prelude to
fistfuls of lavender flowers
