neruda knows

A Poem

By Juwayriya Bemath

“…what spring does to the cherry blossoms…”
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 you picked at my thorns
and resentment picked at me
when you tried to force me to leave
this darkened cavern of knuckles i call home.
your vines grew into the spaces i found bare and deserted
till you reached for my petals and left me
like a squirming stem
blossoming with urgency.
i don’t know what it is about wet leaves and bare bark that has me hopeful,
but when you’re a towering canopy above my kneeling figure on the hardwood floor
that
that’s when i’m a seedling
just aching to burst forth
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