by Cathy Kemelmacher

In my childhood
there was no time for purity
no element of peace in those early days

I have been slow to bloom
my colors filling to saturation late
and oh
how well I suit
the present arrangement

Here I sparkle
like a rainbow’s dew
released from a cloud
a full and glorious thing
a testament to delayed creation
a phoenix from forsaken ashes


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