day 19

the_beast

Mom
sent a
bulb to me
through the post which
started to grow in transit.
When I opened the box, I
didn’t expect a plant, let alone the
pale, etiolated thing that stared out at me.
I popped him into a pot by the window.
I’d like to think I gave him a nice view.

We took to each other. We both liked light and
we were both tired of spending time in boxes.
I didn’t mind that he was somewhat spindly;
he never brought up the fact that
I’m bad about the watering thing.
We carried on, quiet friends,
until one day when
he bloomed the
most exuberant
red.

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