she's poised to flourish, poised for ignition, poised to be poised with good intention. she's poised on the fence, at the starting gate, quick she comes, but finishes late.
this rose she trembles, shy to bloom
yet longs to share her sweet perfume
of spring this blossom is now consumed
how suddenly hope has been exhumed
by force of nature too strong to stay
faltering, leaves have begun to sway
intentions to keep tight in bud
cannot prevent the rays that flood
trembling, poises this blossom fair
quick comes the bursting forth with flare
--bruised orange
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