Child

It is as if
I plant a seed in the earth
and watch it grow
into a flower
each stage full of its own wisdom, will, and beauty
into the strength of the next fades
as the act of planting the seed
disappears in the shot of green
the development that precedes the bloom
culminates in the blossom
then yields to
the sorrow of a summer’s dying
an apotheosis of petals
scattered in the mulch.

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