Bee-stung buds on separate stems
exploding like a silk grenade
in a bone china sky
The Karma flower blossoms
into the pink air of spring
open-eyed and volant
Rupturing the bonds
of winter's skin
in melting disrepair
Coming up for air
you someday breathe
the crystal wind
Sleep Karma flower
on a pillow of stalks
and dampened dirt
Clandestine petals
in the cold blankets
of April dim
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