Times of remembering come unexpectedly,
a small delicate vibrancy appearing underleaf
almost hugging the ground. I started
to see the same pink petals alive
determined, a freshening of veins;
this is how it can be, branches of branches
from long ago. That same hour blue stars
shone so elusively, everywhere
rounded violet hues.
I watered and the hour of then
came, and passed.
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