Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

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Pale Gold Wings

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bloom absent 
a way of unfolding
in whispers
translucent marks
melded into
closed buds, mute
to flower p e t a l s, fragile
the sky held the sun
coaxed the rain to
f a l l
floating to catch
on the sleeve
of the night sky
cycles
hinted at harvest to sow.
your irregular arrhythmia
hyphenated
extra-ordinary

gentle as bee legs
you’re opening
petals drink- photosynthesis
breath deep, wide

you've bloomed
late
and butterflies
still fold their wings
to rest on your core