Holes
by Sam Ronich

From holes
In earth and crevices
They bloom.
Past due for flowers
And sprouted trees to grow
They bloom
Petal wings longer
Twice than bodies
The air larger
Than the single mind.
All the distance
Between sky and ground
All the flight
Only to land
Shed wings
And take root.
Dark entombed
And numbers endless
From one
In eve
In flight.