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go adorned

You opened the day
we promised you wouldn’t.
For six months nothing.
Single, lanky leaf.
We had no reason
to expect your room
sized bloom, the red door
frame of your petal’s
edges. By the time
we came you’d put
the rot out, like a cat
into the night, & shut.
Now we sniff your stoop
and wait for children,
your bright, acidic fruit.