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[sinkhcle]

Again this year I’ve failed the peonies that came to us / when we bought our house in summer, not knowing what / pink and white glory grew in the northwest. After the first May, 

still childless, seeing how a single bloom could overflow / the cup of my hands, the stems bowing to the ground / under their weight, I bought cages to circle the red shoots after they crowned but only used them once. Arrow-like / as they emerge from the earth, the just unfurling leaves / look like fingers, reminiscent of intestinal villi and sea anemones,

—spring coronal 

theora belby / helena macnair