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More Crocuses

I'm not ready to say
I've got enough bulbs
to make spring

zing—as for crocuses,
only a billion will do,
each a purple, white
or yellow Oz. Even
in winter an African
violet can give a glimpse
of any number of heavens.
When I die, which heaven
will I get? So many

to end up in. Mine
had better be loaded
with crocuses or I won't
budge from this lousy
planet which can still
birth one flower

after another. Hell,
a budless Earth—thin roots
sent deep into muck. Buds

that promise color
but when they open,
snakes twist out.

Poison for your eyes.
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