Late-Flowering​



I hope for late-flowering -

but the first bloom has yet to appear.



My green fronds remain tireless

and make their way slowly upwards.



Above, something pale, reminiscent

of light, with a hint of stars.

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Looking down, there is darkness

mottled with a deeper darkness.

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From somewhere food is given

and small air seeps cautiously

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in – enough that I can continue

leaf by leaf, extending my thin

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spine – hoping that one day

bright arrows will pierce

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like Sebastian – the

sudden bolts of being there –

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and a great orange flower

will bulge into fullness –

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and all the reasons will be clear.