I based today's poem on something I saw on my way to a friend's birthday brunch. The picture shows the mysterious shape, which I interpreted as either floral or spacey.
A tulip, spring's sentinel, a bulbous bulb
dangles, tangled in wire. Wilting early
before the swelter; hanging head
above traffic breeze. A sudden blast --
becomes a rocket: the flower a flame,
blue-hot. The cupped leaves,
a rounded capsule, chartreuse
vessel, scuttling skyward.
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