The Angst of Spring

a counsel of conspirators
plot to force my bloom
a rumble of excitement
feeling shoots crown the soil’s surface
it’s too much
all this hope
all this possibility
that I could grow tall and open
risking everything known
my fear of being picked
consumes
detached from my root
it’s suicide
but so is staying small
ankylosing underground

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