Jennifer's Amaryllis II
1 She
1 said,
2 after my
3 first amaryllis poem,
5 that she got it for
8 Christmas, one bulb and a thimble's worth of
13 dirt. She planted and watered, and soon a peek of green appeared.
1 The
1 stem
2 shot up.
3 Buds developed, and
5 then it blossomed all unexpectedly,
8 voluptuously, vibrant pink, commanding its space and everything
13 nearby. She took a hundred fifty photographs in search of the best angle.
1 But
1 every
2 angle was
3 as beautiful as
5 the one before. And then
8 the lower flowers bloomed. Surprise! More beauty!
1 Kandinsky
1 said
2 absorption is
3 the last happiness --
5 and every baby picking up
8 peas with first finger and thumb proves absorption
13 is the first happiness as well. The trick is holding to that knowledge.
1 planted
2 an amaryllis --
3 her Christmas present! --
5 and when it bloomed she
8 discovered what Kandinsky and every baby already know.
1 A
1 surfeit
2 of beauty
3 brings forth
5 a surfeit of unbridled absorption.
1 How
1 to
2 choose perfection?
2 Each is perfection.
1 And
1 those
2 small secondary
3 buds at the
5 bottom more beautiful than the first.
1 Glory
1 be.
by Mary Cartledgehayes; photos by Jennifer Flowers
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