for Jess
In Spring she dreams a sunflower,
thinking it an augury of growth,
but it does not appear.
Come Summer and it blooms
suddenly, singly, from nowhere,
in the garden where the women gather.
That evening in the circle
she leads the meditation,
flowering into her fullness.
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