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Bulbs

By: 

Nathan

Evans

This was written in the middle of the winter lockdown, just as the bulbs I'd planted in my window-boxes the previous autumn were starting to come up. It also relates to my experience as an LGBTQ+ person.

locked
long months
in deep discrete dark
we take as present this present
grounding absorbing transforming
as light lengthens then rising realising
we have not weathered this alone
we are spectrum

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