Everything that flowers
flowers for itself.
The flesh of the plum
swells sweet,
capsuled in its royal wrap.
All that preparation
just to be.
And when I have finished,
nothing left
but the liberated seed,
green tongue coiled within,
waiting for a chance
to taste the bitten earth.
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