Tear-frozen
freshly office-damaged
and confined by childhood morals
and tattletale rules,
I looked up
and there was a window
and there was a forest
and there were a million vermilion sun-smiles
from my beloved
Bauhinia galpinii
and I became
a flower,
a swan
and my wings
lifted me
into a lark
high over my head
singing
untainted orange
flowerlets.
(11 January 2006)
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