Allium cepa L. in the Pot

In every heart lies a pot

damp with the leaves you left

through winter’s snow. The specks

of bacteria bear the brunt of

blanketing the onion bulb you

rescued from the dark pantry 

of yourself. It 

stretched,

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as 

a green

aorta veining

its way to a taste of

April rain and sun.

What else might bloom from

that cabinet, from your shelf?

For this poem, I took after Poetry Outdoors’ prompt based on the beginning of the Mary Oliver poem “The Kookaburras.” You can check that post out below, as well as look at what others’ response poems were in the comments:

In Every Heart, There is a God of Flowers, Just Waiting to Come Out.