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CrocusI fell asleep with the lights on
and dreamed you were selling spring bulbs
from a bathtub.
You set up shop on the corner of my street,
the pristine marble brimming with dark soil
unblemished by growth, bated.
Every so often curiosity licked at a passer-by, and
you reached your dirt-flecked hands into the earth
to twist out a bulb and place it in their palm.
You explained that the whole world was in there;
an idea frozen in suspense,
holding it's breath -
searching for the surface.
I woke in the early hours, turned the lights off,
found myself restless, buried in the heavy dark,
do they comprehend their own potential,
all they hold,
and I thought about you.
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