Buried Bulbs
the water
ain’t clear
on the banks
of an Alabama line
but you go in anyway
like the rain does
and it’s hard to move in mud
wearing heavy boots
and a bag on your back
but there’s no way around it
but through
in the evening of an endless day
you imagine the daffodils unearthed
all lit up in the field
and you can feel their light
so strong within
they made it out of the mud
found a clearing
and pushed on through
nine months went by
and it’s good to see the sky
no longer dark or gray or blurred
but blue
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