Amaryllis
My amaryllis grew three
feet
toward window and
ceiling, blooming
with a quatrain of pink
trumpets
under a fluorescent light
bulb
on my kitchen table
an overhead shot
revealing a merry go round
of greens and pinks from
barely there to fuchsia
a carousel from the “June
is bursting out all over” musical
or Strangers on a Train
its mad racing horses
a circling pony cart ride
where I
caught my foot and spun
around
hanging on reins like
stems on a flower bulb
a bell lit up like a
chandelier
propped up with plastic
spatulas
and wooden spoons
it slid to one side
leaving a clean surface
so ordinary as to go
unnoticed
and fell flaccidly on the
hidden chair
beside the door.
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