in which forgotten bulbs pop out

they’re for forgetting

these strange misshapen

corny knobs

I shoved into the soil

who knows when

when I felt like them

 

though I stayed

above ground

and here they are

reappearing like reminders

of bending, legs aching

from the crouching

my disappearing act

 

keenly I greet them

 

 

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