Underground
You think the bulbs lie still
like skulls in a grave
but ask a beetle
it’s bedlam down there
daffodils and tulips
disguised as garlic
rehearsing day and night
for the moment the earth
returns as stage.
You think the bulbs lie still
like skulls in a grave
but ask a beetle
it’s bedlam down there
daffodils and tulips
disguised as garlic
rehearsing day and night
for the moment the earth
returns as stage.