Something
Anew
From black
From blue
The faintest pink
Of flesh blooming
Like the first
Of my irises
Like the last
Of my dahlias
So soft
A hue
An almost
Translucent
Vulnerable
Subject to
Like the soft spot
On a newborn’s skull
Pulsing
With a heartbeat
Just beneath
Sunken surface
Fragile
As seedlings on the sill
China
On the top rack
A chicken’s neck
The human ego
Earthy
Like vetiver
Rooty
Amassed
Deeper than
It is high
It grows
The new
From the old
It can all be used
It
Now
Fleshy pink
From black and blue
