Gangling limbs
greened another inch
last night. You
note their growth

the way one
says a girl not
seen in days
has grown.

And in the trice
between the bulbs
you forced and
those you find

today, white stars
have come, cell
by cell, in no time.
You horse-shake

away a chill, agog
at the leggy
things already
starting to droop.