WHEN ANNA BLOOMS
A Poem
When Anna Blooms
When Anna blooms,
she does not ask permission
or pretend to be
an Oak Tree instead
of a Christmas cactus,
She speaks the language of
nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon dioxide,
Chlorophyll glowing like
a green dancer in her veins,
She prays for rain
to fall just enough for
her to bloom in wild
abandon,
following the sun.
She laughs until
she blushes pink,
undeterred by politics,
the daily news,
she glimpses
the luminous moon 🌙
and winks
saying,
Bloom, sweetheart, Bloom.
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