First Blossom Poem by Richard George

First Blossom

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It wasn't to be. You
knew, wiser at eighteen
than my ten years of beard-weed.

But you told me the way plants
moved was one of the wonders of science;
a gift from you, ever since,
light as the down
on your new petals.

Friday, May 27, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: plants
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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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