Bulbs

I dig the bulb up from the mulched tilled ground

fat, cool I imagine its mandrake life

unmoved in darkness dormant  until  found

its head crowning and I like a midwife,

not knowing the pain, touched and guided out

the roots, and in my caked hands there you are!

 

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