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Nov 20, 2007 12:08

Bulb

It could be spun twain,
as knotty as it is,

the forced bulb
in the kitchen. A match

to the stovetop gas
teases it from November

so it shoots roots
to the edge of the glass

as if to flush its nursery.
The bloom is an alien purple

to the sharp, cold light,
more onion than hyacinth.
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