Written back in 2020 while I was on pandemic furlough … seems like a perfect post for today!
Dark kitchen corner,
a forgotten
bulb bursts
open. Single green
arm reaches out
and instantly air
like a rush of
electricity zips
down verdant
limb, a first breath
of vast unknown.
Rustle imperceptible
of former self, there is
no going back, only
brave burgeoning start.
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