Saturday, May 23, 2009 3:17:24 PM
there are three pink peonies that an old woman plucked from her garden and plopped in a champagne vase on my desk. pink isn’t really my color, but it’s the right one for petals like these, papery thin and dense and waving in the breeze off the open door. one of them was a tiny cabbage head yesterday, all clenched into a leafy ball and hiding. this morning when i arrived it was open like a velvet yawn, lush and light and gaping. just like that.
i am wondering how this happens, how things just bloom overnight, in an hour, in a moment. how at first there is a tightening, a twisted knot, a bud. and then there is the startling relief of growth and movement, and the air smells like sugar.
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