From Mud

. . . the first small crocuses lip their way

in centimeters of palest purple

from tips first brown, then green.

They open the way mouths

prepare to kiss, or wax becomes flame.

–excerpt from “From Mud” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago, 2013).  First published in Iodine.

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